Moth

Oh summer breeze

Fly my heart to above

Exile my soul beyond the brave

 

Oh summer sun

Burn his heart onto a volcano

Feed his soul with hot magma

 

Oh my heart

You read books and trusted a man

You walked too straight on his heel

Now you tired yet not for rest still

 

Oh you moth

Fly to a lamp or a fire

For such a joyful brightness

You seem unaware of dangerous