In a city of excruciating love,
where there's a moon
that shining bright for it's darkness
but that darkness didn't want
to be guarded by the moon's bloom.

And there's a sun that keep in rising
every morning in the eastern part
and falling— in love 
every night in the western part
for the sake of her reverse.

To bloom for it's obligations
that never would be the sun.
because both of them are created
to make a day and night,
keep going and tight.

Not to meet each other,
not to be together.