Morning Moon

Color of emptiness of morning glow
Morning moon seems so pure, yet so cold

It seems to be that I live in solitude in this world
Broken promise that was promised without knowing

Chain of hate
A lie and silence
We distress ourselves toward our hatred

A form of a heart
An ache is not a weakness
The light of the paradise builts by a coward

Those who do not have, and those who have
Is it foolish to hope a darling thing not to be changed
Only the morning moon was with me above

I thought that only a few would become stronger from now
I thought that only a few would become stronger from now

Morning moon seems so pure, yet so cold
Morning moon