Ever flowing in the moon,
Her graceful steps are free,
Her beauty shining all around
To any who would see.
That she is one of many
Does not matter much to me.
My love for her is binding
With no thought to try to flee.
Ever flowing in the moon,
Her graceful steps are free,
Her beauty shining all around
To any who would see.
That she is one of many
Does not matter much to me.
My love for her is binding
With no thought to try to flee.