The young moon hides in the bosom of the clouds,
With pleasure and delight.
The sun has faded,
But the clouds are enough.
A pure white joy,
Shining brightly.
Like an arrow's quiver,
Kissing deeply.
That place full of enticement,
Can deliver wellness.
Someone was with you last night,
Unbridled and created a life.
When mother earth's lips swell,
The sky sprays rainwater.
Unbridled,
Creates a life.