>>107606058"Clair de lune" (French for "moonlight")
Your soul is a chosen landscape
On which masks and Bergamasques cast enchantment as they go,
Playing the lute, and dancing, and all but
Sad beneath their fantasy-disguises.
Singing all the while, in the minor mode,
Of all-conquering love and life so kind to them
They do not seem to believe in their good fortune,
And their song mingles with the moonlight
Holy frick. If you remember Filian talking about her IRL self over the years, this part of the poem really hits home. I dunno if it is her intention, but we have to remember that Filian was always a nerd that went balls deep into books and fantasy.
If we apply the poem to her actial life as she has described it, she is telling us here that she has always lived a fantasy, pretending she was someone she isn't as she put on various masks and never allowed anyone close. The "landscape" here would be her referring to how she showed people a fakle persona and became the mask.
The second part is referring to how she has never been able to accept praise or believe in herself or good fortune. FIlian has actually talked about his alot... telling her viewers that she has never been able to believe in her own success.
