Led through the mist
By the milk-light of Moon
All that was lost, is revealed

Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring
But where have we come, and where shall we end?

If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?

Oh how the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves
As autumn colors fall

Dancing in a swirl
Of golden memories
The loveliest lies of all

The loveliest lies of all