The moon glides into the sun,
    No mercy is shone from within.
Strands of your tenderness is what remains,
    With the bittersweet fragrance of my tears.
Wept away from ashore,
    Yearned from your absence.
Stranded into the Blissful night,
    Dazzling as the winds whips my locks,
    Wiping the remains of my heart,
     Brushed against my face,
     The moon speaks to me.
A soft whisper guiding me away from my melanchony,
   Look up you say, as all in the end will be okay.