Methmi Mandara

The Moon

I was at the balcony so high
A golden plate shines bright above the sky
Even it\'s beam fell on to me
Oh, could you tell me? Can I come to you and be free?

Wolves are howling at the plate, shine bright
That plate gives me a golden sight
Waiting for you, or I\'ll come to meet
I\'m waiting for the moon down by the street