Life is just like a wind howling in the trees cold as night in the forest under the blue moon.

The grass is black with the mist drop from the cold air.

The music of the forest creature make the mood so calm.

In the flow of the stream from the mountain of cold ice with the fish passes tru the river so loud.

The stars above are countless in the middle of the horizon so peaceful

I don't want to see the light so bright from the sunrise in the bottom of the lonely floor.

Because the night of my dream im thankful to see you at peace.