Why does the sun have to set?
Why can't the moon shine like the sun?
Why can't stars all come together and form a big sun?
Why does the night have to arrive bringing with it all the dark memories?
An enormous dark cloud that won't go away
Some call it the velvet sky
I call it the beginning of endless misery
Misery that has no reason behind it
What if the night never came?
What if the moon and the sun shined together?
What if all the stars were black and the sky were snow white?
What if all the memories were as bright as that sky full of bliss and power?
Would it then be the end of all agony?
Would I be flying high under the sun?
Would my mother be forever happy?
And would this world be as good as nirvana?
But then maybe I wouldn't know what happy means
Because without night there is no meaning of day
Just like without sorrow there is no meaning to joy
So better to have night before day and pain before pleasure
