I met a stranger in the twilight sky,
Wrapped in a blanket my grandmother knitted white.
A ticklish feeling I felt, seeing that star near my light,
I went back home as I was intoxicated and wild.
Fantasies kept us awaken, him and I,
I asked my clouds to rain as it was unusual being his side.
The downpour kept us awaken,
a minute later I saw him leaving,
My moon flew away seeing the daybreak.