In The Pastel Light Of Dawn,
The Sky Would Smile At The Weeping Willows,
As The Remaining Stars Would Wipe Their Tears,
Telling Them There Is Absolutly Nothing To Fear

In The Murky Sky Of Dusk,
The Clouds Would Dance With The Blooming Nocturnal Lilies,
Telling Them That The Day Would Find Them Beautiful,
Even If Their Petals Were A Dusty Grey