Cold, oh so cold is this air that the night brought.
Silent, too quiet are the woods in the eve of this night.
Once again I lit the candle on my window and waited for the sleep...


Evael, my dream has been so alive, amd this plague has cleansed this world for us.
So please release me now.


DREAM Sink deeper to your loneliness and you will lead her to your grave. She's lost in gloomy
Light still trying to hold her flame. You're lossing the sunsets and you will never get them back.

This life you spend in loneliness is forever in shades of black.
Wake up, old man, and let it go, let it go.


Was it a weak sound on my door that woke me up
Or the trees sheltering me from the night?
I kept my eyes closed but still felt the light, and the room was filled with butterflies.


I rose with my heart beating. For the weak hope of the midnight's hour I prayed
And opened my door to the winter night


And she fell...
She fell to my arms. In tears I carried her and laid her down to sleep.

Her eyes frozen from the thousand nights alone she trembled and whispered



I was lost in the woods and the trees kept me away from you
For I brought the plague with them
With the butterflies.


Hush now and let it go. Close your eyes now.


And we drift away, together away from the pain, deep in this sheltering night,
To a forgiving dream. Until one minute past midnight the room was filled.


Filled only with butterflies.