Where is she going?
Everybody asks
Careless she keeps on moving smoothly
Forward like the wind
Through the night.
Lady in a bloody black dress
Walking slowly under the moonlight,
Pale as a white rose petal,
She goes through the night,
Lady in a bloody black dress.
Where is she going?
No one knows,
I just see her
Walking in the dark.
She doesn’t seem to notice me
But I am always by her side.
Walking along with her
Without knowing where this journey
Will come to an end.
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