Maybe just a act of treason,
Maybe just a wind of the season.
Wake me after the long time sleep.
Sorrow was something from behind.
Not vanished, but still there.
I can't wait for the summer,
Where my only tears were made by the moon.
Wake me up moon!
Sincerely I thought
About who I am,
And never saw
Something so... nostalgic...
Are only a foot away...
May my foot guide me
And my mind and heart choose the line...
Sorcery may it seem, but logic is associated,
Because "all that matters is just what I need to fight for"...