If the sickle hooks.
I went to the west wing silently.
Alone on the lonely railing
The crescent moon bends.
Smile like a beautiful woman
I chase the kingdom of heaven.
Fly to the boundless clouds
The crescent moon bends.
Like an origami fan
I dance lightly.
Find a broad and cold smile.
The crescent moon bends.
Like a broken mirror, not round.
I opened the curtains.
But seeing the frost and snow all over the sky `
The crescent moon bends.
Makes people think a lot.
I looked around blankly.
Only to see the crescent moon bend.