When I was young, I looked at the Moon
Gazing, as the stars around twinkled
Smiling with a sigh, I swooned
For they lit up my dark little world

It was shy and quiet, unlike the Sun
I could gaze without looking away
I gazed at it all night
And then I slept during the day

I came to the rooftop again after a week or two
But the glowing ball had vanished out of sight
I cried and cried, for the Moon had died
The mourning sadness lingered throughout the night

And then I came
To pay my respects at the grave
And I saw the Moon smiling once again
And I asked it “Just one night?”
And it whispered, “No”