The cat and the moon,
Play the whole night.
The night and the day,
Know not what to do
With the sun at this time.
Is the sun empty?
No one is in a mood
To answer with no reasons.
Centuries passed,
Faces turned dark.
The butchers came forward
To play in love.
I know not the reason,
And I started to go.
The cloak stroke again and
Again but I heard nothing.
Night returned,
But no cat,
No moon.
The sun is there
With my shadow.
And it is all lighted,
The area, and
That far up the star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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