I am born as the sun,

I was born like a sun

But then turn into the moon,

It will gradually become a moon

As my blonde hairs turn grayish –

When my fluff turns from gold to white

White and fall to the ground,

and dropped on the land

Only to be buried again,

Only bury me in the soil

Then to be born again,

Be able to grow again

Into a thousand suns

Then I will become a thousand suns again

And a thousand

There are thousands more

Moons.

Little Moon