Lyrics: The moon hangs in the sky coldly, and it also knows that tomorrow is goodbye. We made a fire, sang and danced, and told the joys and sorrows of our life while drinking. Don't be sentimental about the moon, my friend. Yesterday has passed, and all the sadness and troubles have left. You must believe that the sky will be bluer tomorrow. I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her.