When the boy falls into, a soft and quiet slumber,
The flame here is decreasing in numbers.
First one, then another…
I see your dear face,
Calling to me and granting me grace.
Thousands of dreams that fall onto the cold ground,
Falling… with no sound.
In the sky at darkest night,
With silver eyes of light.
Those eyes which so forlorn,
Where there when you were born.
I wonder if you,
Would see this too…
Even if, we must part,
The prayers return to where they start.
I will continue praying, forever,
For that love and stop, never.
Two lovers embrace and then they kiss…
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