In the light of the moon I stand on the hill
Rebuilding the fate & rising the will.
I never could thought It will happen such way.
Will I do It or not - we can see other day.
We saw it on and now it's under.
Still hear the voice just like a thunder.
We want to fight -
But just may hate.
When will it end?
And will we live in happyland?
Can we just live without
Pain and fear & warout?