Rinoa - Past Maidens

Enjoy the past,
the memories they last
But we have today
so embrace the moment
I sit in naked wonder
I walked through the trees beneath the breeze,
Saw a child so sad
Her bright eyes burn in me
Shines with the pale moonlight

Holy ghost I caught your lonesome stare,
Frightening piercing sadness
Your sight blinds my eyes
Memories I cannot hide
Your mystic haze stirs young romance
I shy away like a child
And the night plays with its shadows
Oh it plays like a child

The deathly painters on your walls,
Тhey travel on.
I looked to the room where we once laid
My thoughts roamed all the way to the gates.
Morning fog whirling thick
like smoke

My restless, farewell,
Мy maiden