A dark clouded dream on a fiery night
Teases the crescent moon
A veiled face hides behind the candle light
She lay still in the lovers coccoon.
Their lamps mask their faces
A cold wind caresses
The smoke swirls up and then it dies
Would you like my heart?
Would you like my touch?
A silent moon rolls with the lonely teardrop,
And fortunes kindle in the silver light
The tryst of the scarlett robe,