یک حس لطیف

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