On the bright moonlight
I write words as dark as night
My eyes lost in distant thoughts
So as the moon is made of the earth
The moment becomes unique to tell
Empty words and meaningless
Dispelling the illusion of his love
Breaking all the charms
What had once been bathed in shooting stars

The under of the beautiful mountain
Your skin on my glorious moments
We become one
Dream, illusion, pain.
Blood, death, despair,
Relief tranquility, peace.
You do not, but present.
You are not, but my present.

The flower never bloomed
But I love just the same
Even if you leave me
I'll love you just the same

I turn to the moonlight shining
Beside his body cold and gloomy
How heavy air of the night
I go walking in the darkness of my thoughts
My body wave bathed in his blood
For this empty road I hope to find nothing
All I know is that I'm alone.

I am the blood
a fire in your soul
and I will survive
the memories with so cold

The flower never bloomed
But I love just the same
Even if you leave me
I'll love you just the same