For countless years I looked up to the moon,
But it was always out of my reach, forever behind the sky above me,
So I conveyed my wods in song, so my wishes might be reflected,
Reflected by it's pure light, which when it touches my skin feels cold and lonely at the same time, but also very welcoming and gentle,
My hopes and dreams went unheard by the time of new moon,
They fell on their way into the ocean and spilled into it,
A dying world full of sorrow, for how damaged it already became,
Like the ocean very deep inside, it will not end, not my body living in constant darkness concealed by my mind from the light I adored,
I would rather be swept away, be forgotten by anyone but the sea,
In the waving melody of the nights wind, my breath flows uninterrupted, I lose a part of myself once more, little by little,
Oh life! Why aren't you replacing me, what is the reason for this ?
After this confession of nihilism, shining beyond the scene,
The moon is rising.