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)