Its distant that shines so bright
with light and hides
in the birth of every morrow,
Splatter some white in the sky of the night
for a dream that flies so high,
can fetch only sorrow
Its distant that shines so bright
with light and hides
in the birth of every morrow,
Splatter some white in the sky of the night
for a dream that flies so high,
can fetch only sorrow
