O’ midnight moon, how ever do you gleam?
Never a melancholic sight does it ever seem.
Always looking down at me from afar,
While I sit on the mountain next to my car.

Your beauty is unrivaled from what I know of.
Yet, you’re all so alone in that blackness in the skies.
O’ midnight moon, why are you ever in such a somber state?
I wonder, while on this lonely night, if I can comfort you in this rate.