She ran to the outside and stood in the highest peak,

She looked up at the Sun, who looked like he was going to weep,

His rays, tired they were

With her arms full of lush,

She tried to raise them, but she all too weak.

“Why?”

 

“O Sun, what is it that you feel,

Why must your rays so little appeal?

Don’t let the Day go away, don’t let it disappear

Don’t let yourself be detonated, don’t let yourself become nothing,

If you go, the light will just seal.”

“Why?”

 

And with that came the dark Night

The sun died, much to its delight

His rays, O his large and luminous rays:

Gone, gone like the wind, gone like her happiness, gone like her soul.

She saw a scratch in the sky, a scratch full of light.

“Why?”

 

Moon, Moon was her name, Moon her name was

She who stars, in the sky draws,

Looked down and felt empty,

Empty and lonely, lonely and broken, broken and miserable;

Lost her one and only cause.

“Why?”