Silver shiny Moon,
Now bloody by wicked souls,
Shows the way to go,
Along the gloomy road,
Walking briskly, afraid,
I must find her,
Even when she is dead,
Leaves brushing, body tighten,
Eyes wide open,
No sign of her,
Old mark against the tree,
Where the car had gone,
So long ago,
Wind blows,
I feel her brush against my neck,
A small crystal tear,
She is all around,
Not in sight, but invisible,
In the air, in the mist,
I feel her all around.