The Lonely

The sky is angry,
The black clouds cover the sun,
It's dark and cold.

When the sky is crying,
The earth rejoices!
The earth lives!

Poor sky.
It feels lonely.
No one to talk to.

The sun leaves when the dark comes.
The moon and the stars will disappear,
When the morning bell rings.

The sky is in despair
If the sun, the moon, and the stars disappear.
Only darkness that's left.