The pass before you might have been established forever,
But not with the moment to go through it.
A girl peacefully fell into a slumber at noon,
While the sun was shouting harshly out there,
And the wind has hidden somewhere behind the moon,
Or perhaps swallowed by the angry sun up there.
The cooled sphere wrapped her like a cocoon,
Saved her from the cruel heat she couldn’t bear,
Kept her from falling into a swoon,
And let her indulge in her peaceful slumber.