Lyrics of all father

The cold wind blows in the cold night

The moon shines on the tomb

Stars fall

Petals wither and decay

Withered branches and leaves

Endless flame

The sky is stained with blood

The setting sun draws the shadow

The afterglow is scattered and the sky is desolate

It's getting dark

The moon is hanging in the air

A gentle evening breeze

Stars gather in clouds

Pale face, dry lips

Haggard hands have been dull

My eyes seem to twinkle with dreams

But it was blown dry by the cold night wind

Staring at the vast starry sky

The cleft lip is trembling slightly

Although the sunset is not in the night sky

But the morning glow will be scarlet

You look at the sky

Looking at the moon, the ancient wall clock

Vaguely heard the distant morning bell

Wrinkled hands no longer tremble

Pale face, dry lips

Haggard hands have been dull

My eyes seem to twinkle with dreams

But it was blown dry by the cold night wind

Staring at the vast starry sky

The cleft lip is trembling slightly

Although the sunset is not in the night sky

But the morning glow will be scarlet