Apparition

Sad moon, seraphim in tears dreaming

In the calm bows at their fingers

It was the blessed day of your first kiss

My reverie loving to torture me

The blessed day of your first kiss

My reverie

This perfume of sadness

Even without regret

This perfume of sadness

Even without setback

My eye riveted by the evening light in your hair

Then you appeared ghostly

And I thought I'd seen a hat of light to pass by

You were a spoiled child

Your careless hand is dropping

These bouquets of white snow

Of perfumed stars

These bouquets of white snow

Of perfumed stars

Bouquets of white snow

These bouquets of white snow

Of perfumed stars