Beauty of the night

The beauty of the night, I understand from this moment. You, like the gentleness of the fire, instantly destroyed my broken city.

Among the ruins, the blood of the heart, reflecting the cloudy sky.

Songs, sang at the end of a story, bloody notes, flying at the moment of the night.

Have me, this winter, don't let you have a trace of cold.

For you, I am eager to embrace and warm your every night. Don't leave, my narrow protection circle. Don't be afraid, this corner of the circle belongs to you and me only.

Who? The irresistible enthusiasm, impacting you to protect the bunker of love, a little bit gaining momentum. You, your eyes are blurred. Tears, want to fall late.

Memories are always your favorite things. Don't forget, it's a memorable one.

Living in your tenderness, I am self-deprecating, without a trace of complaints.

You, the smile disguised the endless panic in the heart, trying to reminisce through the ages.

Dream, when broken, do not flow a tear, salty, are forgotten.