Rainy a beautiful sky

Orange rains covered by the clouds

What matters?

Spare ne your false modesty

The days are the same

The nights belong to shadowmere

But he refused to gallop

Your hooved can’t support forgotten lands

The zéfiro wind’s blows over a dead spring

Withered leaves scrubbled cover the floor

When did your dreams leave you?

Sleeping 3 hours a day

Thoughts corride the sane mind.

perception corrupet

When will the restful nigths of sleeps return?

How further will i roam?

In these lands of a broken dreams

There have been secrets in my mind for a long time

I’m afraid, i can’t stand it

The horse prevents the knight from rescuing his lover from the dreams

Your gallop doesn’t suppose arid lands

Spare me your fake modesty

Is that i’m like that, half sleepwalk