یک حس لطیف - آسمونی
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یک حس لطیف چاپ
تاریخ : چهارشنبه 5 تیر‌ماه سال 1387
In the moonlight I felt your hear
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's mare light you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and hunting but cold
Like a blade of a knife so sharp, so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
...Or the things that cry in the dark