For True Story
Stars don't twinkle
The moon doesn't shine
Stars don't twinkle
The moon doesn't shine
Stars don't twinkle
The moon doesn't shine
Stars don't twinkle
The moon doesn't shine
Birds don't sing
The wind doesn't blow
To the pure body
To the perfect existence
Birds don't sing
The wind doesn't blow
To the pure body
To the perfect existence
I'm shivering with cold
I struggle against despair
(repeat to fade)
