Autumn sky is full of smiling stars,
As the moon pours his soothing showers.
In the remote mountain, echoes drum,
She will come to kill the demon.
Waiting for nights, the stars have become chums,
Can’t bear any more painful separation.
Some day eyes drain and wail in pain,
I’m but like the morose moon on wane.
Why oh dear you stay within the stars,
When I wait for you with a heart parched?
The loneliness has become a demon,
That devastates smile and rob satisfaction.
Following the drum trail, do defeat demon,
As it’s too painful to stay alone.
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