When the sky bows toward the darkness,
and golden light fades, swallowed within it,
how can the silver light of the night wanderer
deliver whispers to its sleeping stars?

Without the warm embrace of the sun,
is the moon but an empty soul at night?
The child asked her mother,
“Mom… is the sun ever weary of the moon?”

Her mother answered,
“The sun, like a soul bound by fate,
knows its part is always to give,
allowing the moon to shine with its gleaming stars.”