We became moths chasing after the light,
But even though our intentions were bona fide
We avidly conceded with the darkness in which we lived,
Afraid that the nightfall would be unforgiving,
We waited passionately for a daybreak we would never see
Evaded by our desires, we were given to our reveries
Wondering to ourselves, should we ever see the light,
Would all our suffering and strife then be justified?