Tsuki no Uta by rei rukawa Behold the moon on the starlit stage A vivid orange red sweeps the skies From the fire colored hills, the smell of autumn leaves arise A tumultuous silence fills the air As she opens her russet lips And a melody A ring, so soft and fiery and all that's fair Unrivaled and unfettered, So ecstatically sung and yet unheard The dazzling voice that could set the eve ablaze Soaring in a spirited ascent Dwindling slightly, the melody regains a life, that under humanity's gaze will descend as the sun rises Only to emerge at dusk and in one breath, will commence it's song at the shadow's applaud  
like a one loaded gun... ...love is a cruel one.... more
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