Journey of the sailor Moon

Just by the cold Winter
When breeze wail chasing bears out of its den
He set out for his endless journey
Unto the Moonlight sail

By the serene evening
The reins of his boat in his hands
Entwined in each other's arms
And lurking lips

A bye is seen on their gloomy faces
Not knowing their flowers which he waters is a bloomy thorn

He sets out
Leaving all along his hope in his journey of the sailor

From Barcelona to Carribean
He munches on his prayers for lifetime

Then by the spring
When rains drips from wet leaves
Returned he home
To see his peace shackled
The sight for the sore eyes

He left in sadness and grief
His hopes lovelorned

He solace in drinks
His hopes down to the running drawless well of course

And in the columbarium
His memories are worshipped every sane year...