As the mist brushes past the trembling night, the stars whisper
"Eternity is but a shadow in the moonlight's embrace," so they sing
The echoes of laughter on the path untouched, wandering, lost...
In dreams woven with golden threads, the carpet unfolds an eternal story
Past the velvet horizon where time does not dare tread
"The tapestry remembers," the old oak sighs deep
And we are but fragments, reflections in a dewdrop's gentle waltz...