Blueberry white night and the stars shine like a necklace of pearls
The eye of the black shines, silvery scars entangled as the roots of
There is a willow outside my window
Its whispering leaves twisting in the fog
Shivering droplets of mist caress the breath of the titans
No sun, no light, just the memory of a time.
Just a memory of the time. Just one memory.
Just one star and its blueberry white light