Not long years ago, I wasn't a cheerful child.
Always be wistful until now.
I love gloomy atmosphere, creepy songs, mysterious look.
I love the silence.
Black or white? I choose black.
Dark or light? I prefer dark.
Most people want to be the sun that brightens up your day.
But I'd rather be the moon that shines down on your darkest hour.
Welcome to my mind, welcome to my dark chamber