幽靈在漆黑的萬聖節夜晚甦醒

Halloween as It Should Have Been. Struck in the frame where shadows creep, The dead awaken from their sleep. The dark consumes with gentle grin, Ah yes - it’s Halloween again. No laughter here, no masks of cheer, Only whispers the soul can hear. The veil grows thin, the stars grow mean, Halloween - as it should have been.

monochrome