The light from the ever-waning moon
illuminates less and less.
And to the autumn wood doth bring
a glow of enchanted loveliness.
I walk. I look.
And in this dream,
you alone, my love,
are seen.
Filmblog von Thomas Hunziker
The light from the ever-waning moon
illuminates less and less.
And to the autumn wood doth bring
a glow of enchanted loveliness.
I walk. I look.
And in this dream,
you alone, my love,
are seen.