The moonlight shines on my skin,
I take a small walk down the path
Shortly after my quick bath.
Everything seems more strange than I've seen.

The soft, cold wind blows,
Hitting against my soft cheeks,
The streetlamps lit up at where I peek,
With the friendly wind howl.

Walking down my path
Of life and love.
Like wings of a dove,
Soft and gentle like a pat.