Oh, Sunrise and Sunset!
He is very close
In such a way that is far
Made of the same substance
Will time matter so much?
For like the nun’s and their piety
I have devotion, do you?

He could paint my lips red –
Color that the sunrise bled
And an orange fog
Thus, I’ll be not as dark
Tonight, we will not meet!

Alas, the sunrise is haunted
He is surrounded by eyes –
Once closed after sunset
Like a sprite hiding in a Lilly
I hide for the sunrise
An inevitable loss