The fog of the night
"When we hold hands, we will never be able to let go."
Still remember that year's rain fell down softly
The fog filled the air
And your smile, under the forest
Brightening up the colour of the night
The train of thoughts flows all over my mind
So I gave up the freedom of letting the hands loosen
Choose to hold tightly to our memory
There was a moment of my own pride
Cannot remember who said this before
The nets cast out by reality
Will capture the illusion of Eden's glory
Should have known, even God do not dare to promise you how the future will be
From now on
The same hands, will not be able to hold
Together
Maybe, it is better this way
If, if from that distance
You will not be able to see my wound
The last of the last, I decide to taste the stillness all alone
Fog still covering the sky, rain still showering the night
Only your appearance
Revealing in my mind