The moonlight is dim with frost,
Starlight quietly becomes a tragedy.
The church bells echo,
Mary, the gospel has sounded.
The moonlight is dim with frost,
Starlight quietly becomes a tragedy.
The church bells echo,
Mary, the gospel is yet to come.
"You will always be a child in my eyes."
It has nothing to do with love, it's just my sudden creation. There is no CP. Those who can't accept it can click the cross button and run away in one second.