Bad winds...

Small breeze...

Hollow ice...

Autumns now shall shine...

Oceans...

Moveless eventide...

Far away from sight...

From the moonlight bring up dreams

Straight from hands to thee

Old born town

On the streets

Nights, Games, Fantasy

My dreams and thoughts and fate

The balance's at your feet

Oh angel born too late

For foreman to meet

For live with emotions must I dream to think you're mine

What purity I've lost so tender as the wine

In what muse senses froze this?

Could the lights feel weak?

But dreams are far to me

The balance's at your feet

Oh angel born too late

For fallen men to meet

What pure emotions must I dream to think you're mine

What purity I've lost so tender, I should find...

Around my careless world, I dream to think you're mine

What purity I've lost, so tender and divine?

What purity I've lost !oh thee! to think you're mine

Down to the falling leaves that are brokened throught the dance

Around my caresless words I'd dream to think you're mine

Oh! What a purity I've lost...