I implore to the moon, who is glimmering eerily
How far does the darkness last?
How long will the darkness last?
My question is carried off by the wind.
My question is left unanswered.
The words all dance high in the sky
And are enveloped by the sacred darkness.
Even the stars put on grave faces…
…and stop shining.
Words from my friends long ago are all that remain.
They glimmer faintly and become dust
The wind caries it off far away
Questions are left unanswered…
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