I feel the shape of the moon with my eyes,
She's so round lie the shape of the charriot's wheels;
I feel the shape of the moon with my eyes,
She's so hot like the crimson sun rise.
I feel the shape of the moon with my eyes,
She's so bright like a fluorescent bulb.
I feel the sape of the moon with my eyes,
She' s so far, yet so close that I can touch.
