Where do you run to when the harvest moon hits you?

Nowhere, said the moon, nowhere will you be safe from me tonight.

And she knew it was the truth. The cold, naked truth. No matter how well she looked around, she knew there was no use in reaching out her aching arms…

Your sorrow is yours and yours alone. 

She curled up, bathed in the bone-chilling moonlight. Defeated by the celestial body, she wept in silence.

You can wrap yourself in your favorite song as in a blanket… It will never make you be loved!

Disappearing behind a cloud…