The end of Twelve Magic Romance 

The twelve years just passed and spread all the seeds, 

now only memories remain in the hearts of nothingness, 

no time, nor space like it was, only streams of rush and hurry, 

try to remain in silence, but it seems hard and painful, 

twelve years passed and nothing was written, 

just an empty jar of red wine that has never been filled. 

Ran out of the trail, chasing the moon fire, 

still unable to stable, though thousands of way was taken,

this romance of twelve just ended up in a glass of empty wine,

tears dry out, struggles fade away, faith disappear, 

this twelve magic way has come to an end. 

Cogitation is the way some says, but the body is too weak,

though the soul dances and follow the sound easily, 

the body is lament and cripple like no bones in it. 

it is time for the body to lay down in the stillness of the night,

to say nothing but emptiness of the underground. 

Marito Goncalves Leite/ Ano Lemorai