Masal

The night opens up to evening's delight
Like death, the sun bids farewell
A wild adventure, a feast, a celebration
Fate's delicate touch on our lives

All the moths fly toward the light
As they head into the fire, what a scene
Spinning with pain and love in this world
The crazies dance, burning bright

Once upon a time, the world was a fairy tale
From every traveler, a sweet sound remains
Three apples fell from the sky, rolling down
Everyone took their share of the apple

Searching high and low, going far and wide to the mountain
The worldly folks seek the secret of happiness
While standing close to sin on one side
How sadly they love, those heartbroken souls.