The reflection of the moon played in the soft calm of the lake. This night was especially beautiful. The song of the winds passed softly through the trees, accompanied by the sensual singing of the nightingales.

To the quiet music of the night, a young man stood in front of a silent lake. The moonlight highlighted his pale, sharp features well. Short black hair, barely adorned in a small braid, lay humbly on her shoulder. In his dark eyes one could read endless sorrow and regret about something, but this did not stop him from desecrating the innocence of night song with his voice

The moon is especially beautiful today, right?