Travelling Moon

A traveller from the far off south lands

I set out as a crescent moon rose.

In a journey all distances

I saw clear moonlight three times full,

Trailed an old moon away at dawn,

Then met a new one for the night.

Who says the moon is heartless,

It's followed, it's followed me a thousand miles

Leaving a Wei riverbridge early,

I'm in changing streets by dusk,

But this moon keeps on trav'lling,

Stays the night who knows where?