Shadows danced in the night staggering with velvet rain drops… Hello there, the shadow from my nightmare… u’r still crawling in wind and dust and you look at me so scared, so lonely, with nobody to trust. Shadows from the past, buried by dust and immortality, shadows of regrets, all have the same dream, wishing they could fly in cold November rain, wishing/hoping they could touch the sky and let go of all that pain that’s been tormenting their empty insides. But their life is painful and they die shortly before getting to know the sky… All that’s left is just a Midnight Fantasy.