When the moonlight goes into hiatus and no star beckons the dark sky Two lovers will hold hands and side by side, they walk Moments after moments hours after hours Their smile will wake the night and their touch will be its light Guiding them yonder As they conquer the night
Morning
When the stars floats and go into hiding And the day breaks, yawningly yearning Two lovers will bloom like dew falls On the spiraling grass, fresh and green And as birds chirping Calling after calling Their song will seize the day and their love will lead its paths Blossoming the day, blossoming Flowing the day, flowing And love will be its fruit