Sky, dripping the blood red tear
For departing of sun he shall bear
Alone admiring the moon and his star
And still loneliness is all he fear
Slowly losing his brightness and peers
Crying along moon’s song, no one hears
Living his life long, for years and years
All night he waits, for sun his dear
Waiting all night for sun to come near
Till the dawn, waiting for the stars to clear
Him the sky, for his beloved sun to reappear
And the world will see his happiness near
Cheering the world where everyone glares
To him with his sun, being a myth so queer
There is nothing in world that can dare
Separate the sun from the clouds till sunset.