• The moon and the sun,
    Which form into one,
    Becomes a eclipse.
    Beautifully; you can't miss.

    The beautiful gleam,
    Of a star's self esteem.
    The color, and the bright, illuminous beam,
    Makes you hope that this was a dream.

    A ballad of Astronomy of which you behold,
    The words are just soften, not even cold.
    And just because the word's aren't so bright,
    Well.. I don't know -- I wish you Good Night.