• the shadow beneath moonlight on the floor
    reminds me only your absence,
    i can't forget your white hands opening that door
    that day you left me with no idea of my existence;

    even if you know me
    you don't have any idea of my feelings
    you probably feel when i stare at you
    you must know about this night;

    this night i'm still seeing the moon
    and playing with the shadows,
    i know... even those white pretty hands
    have the power to blind me...