Rose the Sun always for me;
With the message to mend my broken wings,
That everyday is the birthday of mine
And that a life of great happiness had I.

Looked the Moon every night at me;
Teaching that the Lord always feeds me,
That to practice the art of gratitude
And that to accept all the graces of God.

Peeped the star always at me;
Reflecting me the mighty innocence of it,
Teaching me never to pride in myself
 And always to live in Day Tight Compartment.

Followed that Sun, Moon and Star always to me;
Wherever I walked on this Universe,
Only to lighten the path of my dark life
And only to teach me to be born everyday.

Which path did my wicked soul walk?
That made me blind at Sun, Moon and Star.
But from now on I shall always be searching for you.
So, please come forgetting my past life