The darkest majesty of mysteriousness, majesty of living mysteriousness. How dark is your visage? How mysterious is your soul? I know You are alive around by silence, so distant and solitary, like me. You are reflection of my soul... You are roaming solitarily in the dark night... and I'm following with You, the son of rain. You are the diamond of autumnal nights, You are occult majesty of beauty shrouded in inmemorial mystery, You and me... recluses...