In the eve
The sun does set
The moon turns black
The rain falls on the river bank
Making the water ripple
And she sat on the edge
He watched her
He waited
She looked over her shoulder
She smiled a toothy grin
He looked very grim
Falling to the ground
She watched him
She turned her head away
He laid on his back
The rain doesn't fall
The moon was always white
The sun always rises
in the morne