Moon

Jack rabbit trumped with a generous mood

Offering itself on the fire for food

Touched by his virtue, the fortune approved

Outlining ears on the virtuous moon

As I'm about to enter your world

As I'm about to enter your world

I give you light

Some say the crane was the call for two

Stretched by the weight as her legs withdrew

Carrying the chariot, the rabbit assumed

Washing her face with the redheaded hubris

As I'm about to enter your world

As I'm about to enter your world

I give you blood