An early Saturday morning
Yet to me it is still the night
My own body feels foreign to me
This is not my dawn
Not because it must be done
That silhouette is not of you and me
Another man is playing my role
She is listening to our song with him
While within me my soul is rotting
An empty bed and a burden on my heart
May I disappear for nine nights
May I lose my strength and my mind
Leave that as my legacy
May no woman ever want me again
May snows never glitter white in their presence
May I never see the clear blue sky in my head
That will be my legacy
An early Saturday morning
Yet the moon remains in the palm of my hand
It saw who was with whom that night
Oh moon, where is my star now?