She looked out the window
And saw the moon widow
It was left abandoned
By the sun she loved
The girl’s tearful smile grew
You could see she was blue
But like the moon, she hid
And only came out at night
She and the moon share sorrow
Their tears are both borrowed
Because they were discarded
By the person who stole their heart
The moon is so beautiful, isn’t she? But she’s obviously alone. I feel bad for her the same. Because I share the same fate.