As the moon fades through its cycle, leaving the night with
darkness,
Reminding, perhaps the only unfading truth of life is to
fade away.
When the darkness comes, the night cold without light stands
lonely,
And I, a mere human, put a light outside, in my effort to
give it some warmth.
I tell her in assurance, I will be there for you, as you
have, being my light.
I burn myself, to fuel the lamp that I put outside, taking
some melancholy away.
And I plunge in my sorrow as I burn, and burn whole night,
dragging the darkness in.
Oh my lonely dark night! Let me take the light back, for
once as I need some light.
