She walked with silence because her rambling words are immense,

That swan behind a doomed grave dances as she is naive,

In this darkness the sweetness of the breeze is nothing but to cease,

For the real fallacy is a shell of kiss and a drift of malady,

A light that reeled with beautiful melody,

And now it ends as a life always rests beneath it,

She prances with great pleasure but didn't realize that dark pit,

She was the real Nightingale behind a misty Grave,

But please forgive her as she loves to hide behind for safe...