The Blue Moon
The wolf cries to the blue moon
For he at last has found the true beauty that shining upon the forest
For he can’t ever have her but only the memory of her mysterious smile
For he knows that the dark sky will soon gone and the sunshine will conquer the sky with his glowing crown…
The blue moon will vanish and the wolf does not have another thousand year to see her sit in her throne…
The wolf cries to the blue moon…
Every drop of time bring him closer to the eternity…
Where the time stand still and the earth stops spinning…
And he knows… he’ll be vanished too…
And he knows… he’ll be just a linger of memory…
