Well, we won't roam together,
To spend this deep night,
And though the heart is still enchanted,
Though the moon still shines.
For a sharp sword wears through its sheath,
The soul wears out the breast,
This heart, it must stop to breathe,
Love has its rest.
Though nights come for love,
Soon, soon it's day again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer roam together.
To spend this deep night,
And though the heart is still enchanted,
Though the moon still shines.
For a sharp sword wears through its sheath,
The soul wears out the breast,
This heart, it must stop to breathe,
Love has its rest.
Though nights come for love,
Soon, soon it's day again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer roam together.