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Dylan CasasによるBy the river late at night,
Where the moon fades into white,
There’s a whisper in the breeze,
Carried through the silent trees.
Footsteps echo on the shore,
Like a ghost from long before,
Crying out in endless pain,
Calling out a lost name.
They say don’t walk alone,
When the cold wind starts to moan…
Oh, hear her cry, through the night,
A broken soul lost in time,
Searching rivers, searching skies,
With tears that never dry.
Oh, don’t look back, don’t you stay,
Or she might take you away,
In the shadows you will see…
Her sorrow follows endlessly.
Dressed in white, she roams the night,
Fading in the pale moonlight,
Every tear a story told,
Every wail so dark and cold.
Mothers warn their children near,
“Stay away when she is here,”
For her heart is full of grief,
And her pain will never leave.
You can run, you can hide,
But her voice is in the tide…
Oh, hear her cry, through the night,
A broken soul lost in time,
Searching rivers, searching skies,
With tears that never dry.
Oh, don’t look back, don’t you stay,
Or she might take you away,
In the shadows you will see…
Her sorrow follows endlessly.
La luna knows her name,
And the river feels her pain,
Every echo, every scream,
Haunts you like a dream…
Oh, hear her cry, through the night,
A legend born from love and fright,
If you hear her, run away,
Don’t let her lead you ast
By the river she remains,
Bound forever to her chains,
Crying softly, endlessly…
Lost in her eternity.
