White rose from a white heart
To the black heart!
Lips wait to taste the skin
Of the warm heart.
Eyes are searching
When we all go out.
Eagerly waiting
The desperate hearts
To take control over the night;
Kissing you is equal to
Reaching the sky.
Holding your hand has lit
The tranquil lights.
Now the sparkling hearts exist...
All happened
When you lowered
The mask of the mist.
[Dedicated to : The Dead Moth]