At the sound of the bell in the silent night,
I wake from my dream in this dreamworld of ours.
Gazing at the reflection of the moon in a clear pool,
I see, beyond my form,
my real form.
June 27, 2009 by Navita
At the sound of the bell in the silent night,
I wake from my dream in this dreamworld of ours.
Gazing at the reflection of the moon in a clear pool,
I see, beyond my form,
my real form.