On January 13, 2014
Cold is a winter that brings you back,
I see our star, it's like a bird
that shares your soul with the light.
Pale and dull it will pass
that high bridge for the heavens,
and I wonder - how did you do it?
Protect my moon
that sheds the light on me,
I'm lost in a gliding boat,
a bad fortune
and the nets of the sea monsters
follow my bright blue star.
