The moon transforms himself into numerous pale particles and melts into the landscape They sparkle like the fire of a carnival My scars also change themselves into something gone in the past but soon they slash me just like sharp knives my fresh blood overflows fast I gave away my emotion for a six pence coin in my pocket and now see it looming on the horizon my mind will fly there by paper rocket The clear night retains the silence in my room painted with the blue Yellow houses' windows let me down The goldfish are reflecting their thin light the fog rises on the water I open another curtain I walk I'm walking on the blue moon to find my soul I walk I'm walking on the blue moon and basking in the light