In a world where all people come and go
And where gold is much better than those trees
People love like they were struck by a bow
Cupid is pointing where nobody sees
But indeed, people change their mind often
All of a sudden, they'll just go away
Just like the sun so bright that has risen
At night, it will be gone! It's not okay
Sun, who lightened up your day for a while
And will leave you there in a quite cold night
Those memories you should truly compile
But do you need to keep that love and fight?
You'll find someone and then leave you so soon
You should just try and learn to love the moon.
