Vow

By the rising sun, whose flight each day paints the world
With mellow light, I swear that I have no complain
Nor any vengeance burning deep inside. I swear
There were no tears to bury when I buried the pain.
By the silver moon, whose shining light floods the plain
I swear that my eyes are never wet. By the sky
That damps the distant fields with heavy rain, I swear
Life’s still as gay as it was when we bade good-bye.