Literature
Let the night come.
You sing, Ghost, you sing, but you can't understand.
You always say we don't have to be afraid.
When I grow up, I'm gonna forget all those things...
How shall I survive without all this stories...?
Yes, I'm afraid, Ghost, I don't want to grow up,
Begin to hate all what I love... Don't want to wake up !
Forgive me, sweet boy, I have no courage, no strength.
I think I'm not ready... to let the night come yet.