Sphere
Before my bed, the bright Moon casts its shine.
“A spreading frost?” I uttered that short line.
I lift my head to see that glowing Moon,
Then pay homage to that birthplace of mine.
Before my bed, the bright Moon casts its shine.
“A spreading frost?” I uttered that short line.
I lift my head to see that glowing Moon,
Then pay homage to that birthplace of mine.