The days I count hath past…
when hours beyond my grasp
are now tickling the gallons of innumerable pain.
Here under the moonlight shine
with tiny million crystal beans,
I numbered all the scars
they marked a sand of thousand mem’ries.
‘tis has to be done, I know
Oh, moonlight I know you hear!
You witnessed all the tears
from my night to night’s endless mare.

But the gambler whispered all,
I now have to give up all;
my happiness, my love, and all
along the saddest hymn of mine soul.
Goodbye my dearest
sweetest paradise of wound.
Goodbye…