Beautiful night it was; the sky of Sapphire moon,
The zither she played, even birds danced to her tune.
The maiden of heaven she was, the goddess of dream
Men would die for her, even girls would scream.
Still there was a glimpse of sadness, deep in her eyes
But betraying the view, the warm smile lies.
Everyone wishes to see her, at least one time
How unfortunate they are, she vanishes with this last line.
