Tell the Moon to dry her tears,
which seem to linger in the sky.
They’ve stood there for too long,
such sorrow one can’t deny.
For she’s a wretch who’s full of grief,
her writhing churns the sea.
Helpless mortals stray too close;
beaches lined with their debris.
The reason for her anguish,
the cross that she must bear.
Is the light of her life,
a star most debonair.
He’s away from her so much,
fleeing from her side.
Her fleeting chance of union,
comes when their paths collide.
So now you know the story,
the theme of course is clear.
That even the eternal Moon,
mourns for her love so dear.
