Of All Moon and Stars
At some lengths are the talks of the beautiful mornings, And slightly withered away are the promises long held with our words. Long lost is the colour bright of our destinies, Yet pending on our lips is the hope of…
Tale of the Moon
All the moon shining clear, All black clouds listening to his tale. All black shines in the black stadium, There’s a white player, his passion storms. Millions of sounds he heard, Millions of blessings did he poured. Behind thunders, a…