The sun needs its day of rest, br I sit outside, prisoner to light of the moon. br When watching the sight, I leave my shy cocoon. br It’s that moon light fever. br br A sigh and a smile, the silent night calls. br I look at the sky; there forms a web of crystals, br I then gaze at the moon, so humble, so gentle. br I can’t help but embrace the moon light fever. br br A tradition every night, br My eyes explore the sky, br But when morning comes, it’s time to say goodbye, br To the moon light fever.