Led through the mist, by the milklight of moon. All that was lost, is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring. But where have we come? And where shall we end? If dreams cant come true, then why not pretend? Oh how the gentle wind beckons through the leaves, As autumn colors fall... Dancing in a swirl of golden memories, The loveliest lies of all, The loveliest lies of all.