I sit back looking at the moon,
It's crying over you.
I sit thinking of what to do,
I'm not in love with you.
Just every day and night I sing,
Mourning the tragedy itself,
I fled, betrayed you, oh, my king,
What should I do, all by myself?
You were the sun, I was the moon,
We dreamed each other.
I thought nothing of you, so soon,
I broke your spirit, fled in smother.
But found my feelings had emerged,
In this day, when your world collapsed,
Mine from the ashes rose,
Finding whatever my heart knows.