Its was a night full of stars, I saw her, she was standing in the ground looking at the stars...
I miss my childhood and I miss my mother's care,
When the cloud wanes out,
Within the glint of stars;
The welkin is the loners,
When he lays under the open sky...
It raised its sickle high,
Gazing at the bright stars in the sky,
Glorious Moon in the mysterious sky