tonight again the Moon is opaque green,
tonight again her hands are crying hollow,
tonight again her voice is moist and thin,
tonight again her blemishes are bright and purple,
tonight again her forehead is full of fret,
tonight again she is burnt in the scary dark,
tonight again she is lost in the whirlwind.
Tonight again she is at a cross road
from where the road goes every way!
Tonight again she falls on the garden
trying to hide the screaming Sun-ray.
Tonight again the Moon will have to stay awake.
Tonight again she will have to wait!