The red tainted city,
When the sun is slowly dying.
The birds stop to sing,
And the cicada begin their concert.
The promise of the coming moon,
The promise of the stars,
And a guy walking lonely,
Under the borning dark.
His steps break the leaves,
While a music play in his ears.
His eyes are deemed,
By a strange loneliness.
He tried to speak,
But wasn't understood,
His lips tremble,
His hand shake.
Once again the moon will rise,
But ha has no one to watch with,
And As all the light die,
A small tear fall onto his cheek.
