The Moon Might Have Gotten a Cold
The moon wears a mantle made of a rain cloud
This is the reason that he’s soaking wet
The moon might have gotten a bad cold
His pale face looks like paper under dim light
Please take off your mantle of rain cloud
To brighten my nostalgic dream that is fading out
To light up my feet standing on the snowy ground
With joy from the profound truth I’d like to taste
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