There will be no stories by moonlight.
The moon shall hide behind the thick drapes of clouds,
the stars shall lower its luminescence
the skies will turn grey,
when the carriage passes down the road.
The dust shall be as the stone,
discomfort and pain upon the sole,
the rivers shall not flow into the sea,
while the trees shall bear no fruit,
tonight no one will sings a lullaby.
The chapel bells shall not call the living,
grave and death sneak into the corridor,
black veils doth fill the temple gate,
and brokenness the other of the day.
Tonight everyone remembers the phrase"once upon a time
Tonight,there are no fairy cakes and season play
The stillness of life, a shadow it cast
tonight as men shall mourn their dead
heaven pray for the living on earth
Tonight, take Jesus and live for all ends.