When the tree sways in the zephyr
You may hear voices of your own
which will never be harmonized
On the edge of nightfall
The fire lights your every loss
The fire lights your every loss
You are the fate of love
The fate of prayers said by forgotten people
The fate of love
The fate of power
Unleashed from a dreamless world
Amid the sound of trust
Conceal the emptiness of honor
Love the flower before your eyes
On the edge of nightfall
You feel his hand is getting cold
Felt his hand was getting cold
You are the fate of love
The fate of prayers said by forgotten people
The fate of love
The fate of power
Unleashed from a dreamless world
The words echo through my veins like a river
My anger and sorrow will turn into the light
