All those beautiful people, I want to have them, I want to have them all. All those sparsely modest, if only I could, if only I could make them fall. Deep in my heart, a well of love, flowing freely so far above. A winter day was upon a tale, an ugly, darkly lost universe of a sparrow's carol, dreaming the stars. In my will, I'll raise four poets, they will evade us, but our goal is seen, just a dying page on the hidden sky. A winter day. Please come over, winter moon, deny the northern moon, for the only one is gone. Winter moon. Winter moon. Winter moon.
