The moon and sixpence

When the steps of surprise rush to you in the night
When you were asleep and you didn't know the truth
The clanging sound calls you repeatedly
You wake up and the sky wakes up
Bright and bright, even your earnings inadvertently opened a joke
You just realized she had passed you by with all her money
There's only sixpence of injustice left for you to stop
In the game of fate, tears are like gifts
In the busy gap, stubborn you said to her that sentence,
This is only temporary, believe me
Because the moon did come last night