This quiet night
I'm still silent on my own
Let the beautiful wind spin in my head
I let it take hold of me
Dancing in my increasingly frantic mind
Penetrating the cold of late night
My beautiful imaginary collection is beautiful
So I forget the sadness I feel
Until I let my eyes closed
Hope the morning greeted me with a night's fancy
What I always hope to be true
It's not just the scenario I'm in the memory ...
