Paint on a moon for the lonely night sky. Sing the song I paint under that moon. Paint on a big window for the cold, clean room. Then paint on a bed. Then a girl to keep me company. Next paint a lace sleeping pad. Then paint a stove and firewood. We’ll have a life together.

Paint a flock of birds around me. Then paint a green cliff and verdant slope. Paint on some peace and quiet. A little rain floats down to the paddy. Then paint on a rainbow you can touch. Add a star I won’t let go away.

Then paint on a winding, bumpy road. The kind people take in dreams.

Then paint on mom’s serene face. And the dispute an eraser can wipe away. Then paint on enough rice for a year. People relaxing won’t have a care.

I don’t have an eraser to wipe away the argument. Just got a brush that paints loneliness. That moon in the night sky won’t be shining anymore. Only a gloomy child singing.

Paint a moon for the lonely night sky.