When dawning lights did paint the skies,
With hues of citrus high rise.
Restless souls in their beds,
Still tossed and turned their weary heads,
Much like golden Koi defies.
Orange Sky, Golden Koi
Sang-nguok
The moon across Cō̤-hāi I chased, the dream in Sĕ̤ng-hŭng I left