the promise we exchanged in the dead of night, in the middle of twilight, shadows arise this scene ive seen somewhere before. C'est une imagination capricieuse comme la nuit Elle est douce, la rencontre fatale.  the whispered, chilled sigh the creeping wind i am burst open by the amber sorrow the promise we exchanged in the dead of night in the reaches of the mourning darkness as the churchbells resound, i am inside this pale light the shadows illuminated by pale moonlight. I am dyed in the colors of the crimson rose, the promise we exchanged in the dead of night in the reaches of the mourning darkness as the churchbells resound, now, the flickering light falls with the sun

my wish, in the depths of time rising with the twilight

inside a white slumber