(Ran the power of blue)in a cold dream the moon cousts a curse
in a world where there are no words
we can not speak about love
because all words are unpleasant and rough
my lips doesn't make a smile
my eyes now r full of fire
what a hostile dream i'm in?
i would be happy if it was a sin
i want to go somewhere else except this place
until i believe love is around that case
From Ran The Power Of Blue ...
