Beneath a sky turning silvery
The faces of strangers
Cast aside
Fingers crossed and searching
A phantom feeling of joy
Briefly
From a grass-covered mound
A slow trickle of the Goddess's
Nectar
The innocent meeting of flesh
As dawn turn to
Silver
Beneath a sky turning silvery
The faces of strangers
Cast aside
Fingers crossed and searching
A phantom feeling of joy
Briefly
From a grass-covered mound
A slow trickle of the Goddess's
Nectar
The innocent meeting of flesh
As dawn turn to
Silver