Look up at the sky above me
Stars and darkness, the only things I can see
I gaze at what is upon my eyes
What I desire, from the sky
Everything I remember,
From January to December
I might see something as one side,
But on the other I see joy out of the other mind
I will feel weird at one place,
But at the other I feel great of my face.
This is the thing that we would never fight,
What we know and love, called night.