the promise we exchanged in the dead of nightnnin the middle of twilight, shadows arisenthis scene ive seen somewhere beforennC'est une imagination capricieuse comme la nuitnElle est douce, la rencontre fatalennthe whispered, chilled sigh the creeping windni am burst open by the amber sorrownnthe promise we exchanged in the dead of nightnin the reaches of the mourning darknessnas the churchbells resound,ni am inside this pale lightnnthe shadows illuminated by pale moonlightni am dyed in the colors of the crimson rosennthe promise we exchanged in the dead of nightnin the reaches of the mourning darknessnas the churchbells resound,nnow, the flickering light...nn...falls with the sunnmy wish, in the depths of timenrising with the twilightninside a white slumber