Sister of the Night

	zuò qǔ : Fading Colours, Witkowski
	That' s him
	That man thought
	He could screw me
	So easily
	Hardly wise
	Hardly wise
	That stormy hunter
	My body
	My body
	Is only for you
	I call you
	A sister of the night
	Still feeling you
	I' m waiting for you
	Looking around
	I' m searching for you
	Looking around
	I' m searching for you
	My freedom
	They are
	They are
	Too artificial
	That isn' t important
	That gift of theirs
	I search for you
	A sister of the night