All night time was retired The full moisture is retreating In my old room count the days The sun is spotted
In the nature of my promise I bind In my foreboding hurt All questions are not answered In a love-seeking debar Must be a thousand years old I'm still waiting The charm of your love is gone Hiding
The beuaty on your face Light rays Smoothness like a silk That's what I miss Extensionist
Like an antidote But the surge burned Either when the overcast greeted arrived
I reach the light of no power Stranded bears the old wounds It's like you're fine
Or maybe just guessed As the nature of my love ties
Or your hunch is uncertain