So the sun loved the moon,
He died everyday to let her live
Every evening the moon would rise
Her beloved sun would set
He would grasp on to the night
He always failed
The moon shed tears
They came to be known as stars
She would sulk in her sorrows
Once every month she was able to escape
And be with her beloved sun
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
So the sun loved the moon,
He died everyday to let her live
Every evening the moon would rise
Her beloved sun would set
He would grasp on to the night
He always failed
The moon shed tears
They came to be known as stars
She would sulk in her sorrows
Once every month she was able to escape
And be with her beloved sun
