The World Needs Our Memories

On the night in the forest ,you and I were still dancing joyfully

There were many bright stars

A gentle breeze was blowing around us

We gazed each other with love and exchanged many words and smiles in the moonlight

We had our hope for the future

And it was the happy moment for me

You were lovely and beautiful ,and dancing like a fairy

So I was having my eyes glued to you ,who I've loved

The bird has flown away and vanished

The moon and stars have disappeared

Now there's daylight around me

I am just standing alone in front of a flower

"What a beautiful flower. How blue."

I can only be murmuring dispassionately and having my eyes glued to the blue flower

Soon I say good-bye and leave from the forest

The sunray is hot for me

Ravens are flying in the air

I'm very thirsty and lonely in a broad moorland without you

Surrounded by a thick fog ,I am hearing something quiet

And I am starting to walk after the voices in a faint light and the fog

As I go on ,I feel more comfortable and nostalgic for you

"Good to hear your voice ! Please come again in front of me !

I'm anxious to dance with you as if that night in the deep forest..."

The fog lifts immediately

I can just see a blue flower on a black grave

Black wild horses come running through a strong wind and midnight

The ground is quaking as if fury ,so I cannot be standing

And I'm falling down

The blue flower is blown to a great height

In front of the horses ,I give up all

I am so sad to lose your voices

I wonder if I should have sacrificed myself

"Forget it all ! Forget it all !" ,someone is talking to me

At the great height ,the flower is glimmering with blue

Gravity is catching and pressing me ,and I cannot come up to the flower

Soon the horses might break up my body into pieces

There's heaven there

God must deliver me from evil and confusion

But I am regretful that I cannot reach the blue flower

Our memories must have something meaningful

,though bodies will be broken up into pieces

Even though there are lots of confusions and evil wills

,the world definitely needs our memories

So I should remember them in the world and don't have to forget you and your voices

Black wild horses come running to me shortly ,through a strong wind and midnight

"Forget it all ! Forget it all !" ,someone evil is shouting to me

At the great height ,the flower is shining with bright blue