Pseudo folk song — who painted the moon red
Who painted the moon red,
With tears of crimson rose petals.
Red Moon shed shimmering light,
He waved goodbye to her that night.
Her tears were crystal clear,
With aroma as flowers of pear.
Her face turned ashen gray,
With hair blowing in tender breeze.
Fleeting clouds washed redness away,
The moon became pale like her face.
Wind murmured in trembling aspens:
He would never return ever since.
Who painted the moon red,
With tears of crimson rose petals.
Red Moon shed shimmering light,
He waved goodbye to her that night.