简介：The night is drawing on
But all the strain not told on him
And he won't fall into the sleep of the just
To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder
He is as good as gold and searching for trust
Be, to be the Harlequin who shines in dead gold
To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold
See, see the evening star in this sunset glow
Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow
Strike the sands of ever
The lingering sound of dreams
In harsh reality
Turn over a new leaf
Ardently desired
And forever
