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Silver Moonlight glitters on the field

Mourning the souls of the deceased

The wind still blows

As a girl passes by

Making the dust

And the leaves fly high

Ooh... tell me little girl

How can you make the air swirl?

Ooh... can you hear the wind weep?

One day you'll hear when I speak

Ooh... Summoner of wind

Please... put my soul to peace

Eyes... can't be forgotten

Show me what's real heaven

All those dark nights that you spent in fear

All those fearsome things you happened to hear

Now they have vanished as you found your peace

May the dead forgave our cruel, selfish sins?

Dreaming of cruel fists that says "here you stay"

Remember those who said "don't be afraid"