Through the Mist It's a cold night, a moonlit night i strolled on the grass barefoot feet drenched in the pearly dews I stared at the twinkling stars As I was moving on Something moved, a silhoutte my ancestor caveman, wild and ignorant at a distance, under the giant oak tree Eternity passed, moonlit fog dances I cannot see the wandering outsider was that a glimpse or ghost? oh my ghost love!