What if we are lonely people.. destined to be alone...The darken night always.. yes, ALWAYS!
Without sunsets, without stars..
In a misty and cold night...
Smelling you, or maybe just smelling a dream,
Because you are not here...
Maybe you are even just a product of my imagination..
How could I know?
What if I want to fight for it.. ?
Nothing else matters.. but it...
Yes.. I ought to fight...
But, shall I?
Come to my night..
Let's share the mist..........
Or would I stay alone until the end?
Who knows..
