Sometimes I wonder if the moon feels sad 
Sometimes I wonder if she feels like a cheap copy of the sun, because after all, people only see her because of his light.
Sometimes I wonder how she feels as she who brings the night, when everyone seems to only cheer he who brings the day.
Sometimes I wonder the pain it must be to get everything you are from someone else, and even then not shining as bright as them.
Sometimes I wonder how many people feel like the moon.
Sometimes I wonder how they can be helped.
Sometimes I wonder.
In reality, I like the moon 
