Hey, Crescent Moon. Do you also come to be lost like I do?
When I cover you with my hand, you shine down a soft light on me.

The brightness that shines beyond dim lights
I run toward it to seek it.
I stuff my mind with
the thoughts that have never left my mouth

Now, my tiny prayer
Has been cast under the wide sky.
One day, just like you, I want to be
Someone who can care for and shine down on others.
This is my secret.