Blue moon, up on high
Aloft amidst a midnight sky
So high up, I wonder why:
Can you hear me when I cry?
Fairest Lady Luna, I weep when you vanish - gone behind the clouds
waiting ever silently; a widow behind a shroud.
Oh, Moon Maiden, clad in white.
Who shines so brilliantly, if only at night.
Carried, buoyant, among the stars.
Do you feel my broken heart?
Oh, Jade Rabbit, if you please?
Spare...