I don't want to see it !

I don't want to see it !

Tell the moon to come,
for I don't want to see
their blood on the sand.

I don't want to see it !

The wide-open moon.
A horse of unmoving clouds,
and the Gray bullring of dream
with willows at its barre-ras.

I don't want to see it !

Remembering all...