This night is gifted for us
We shall stay under the oak
To hide from blackened lies thus
And starred sky shall be our cloak
In dream you told me this
Our life is incredibly short
We endlessly seek for bliss
But we're only meant to be hurt...
Look me in the eye... And say
If my wings are strong enough
To carry both of us... Then wind sways...
If they shall last then winds are rough?
To awake together I hoped... But hope was vain...
Lying there... She never opened her eyes to me again...