my, my, unharmed skin
what, what should I do to you?
Not only only happy dreams come true
Blood, blood, blood, blood does, too
piece of, of paper
what should I - I write on you?
maybe of he who loves me,
who?
untouched-touched bare skin
what shall I clothe you wi-th?
none will look - look either way
new, new, new life born. . .
what should make of, of you?
criti - criti - criticism will still come
my, my, my, my unharmed skin
forgive me for using - using these past tense

she is the earth
he is the moon
he revolves around her
but she revolves around the sun

the moon does every little thing
to have the earth's heed
all he wanted to give her is happiness
but she does not want to take it
cause she is too engrossed with the sun
knowing too much heat isn't good for her
yet still tolerates the burning pain

the moon asked:

“Why is it so necessary for you to endure the torridness of the sun? If happiness is not enough for you, tell me, dear Love, I would be willing to give you what you long for.”

the earth answered:

”Happiness is more than enough, Darling. In fact, you have already given that to me.”

“How?”

“Seeing you far from afar, safe and sound is what makes me happy. I would rather have myself suffer the torment than having you bear the torture you don't deserve.”

...and the moon promised the earth that he will always be secure and unharmed.