Glorydark:Moonlight scatters, walks past the cloud
Away from the crowd, paving flakes of waves
Blue dyes your dress and signals you to leave
White covers the stain,but fails to warm you
Down here, deep in the sea, whose whining is leading
Soul immersed in silence, no noise and disturbance.
You like the bring winds at the sea,
Walking on little wet grit,
You say after death we should be shed into the sea.
You ask me where afterlife would be,
Will someone love you like me? Will this world stop?
From faking smiles to those hypocrites,
From wearing masks of nonchanlance,
From not giving you anything to hold tight.