The moon is half. So am I
In the wintry night,
remembering lowly
the stories of lonely
of the poorest time
with no one beside
to sing a song  of season
I felt my life treason.

As the fire blazes across the street
I can feel the immense electrified motion
I can feel the heat

As the storm above drizzles rain
The fire slowly goes out
There goes the pain

The sky is so high above me
Sometimes I feel I can reach it
But today I feel I cannot
So I will just have to look up
And see it