The moon is wandering in the sky-yard.
He never pronounces a single word,
But silently calls with deep feeling.
Then, I wear his moonlight.
And become bright.
Stars are twinkling.
They are blinking.
Yes, I am a night bird,
And my color is white.
Obviously, in the entire universe,
There is a zeal –
Which binds and connects us.
The moon smiles and looks at my wings,
Sending me emotional engagement rings.
My heart beats feel…
My wings wear them and whisper,
“Hey, dear moon, we love you!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I look and look at him;
He is far away,
But his rays say, “We love you too.”
Oh! How lovely – the moonbeam!
