I can still feel the pain from yesterday
In the middle of melancholy, I am drowning
Forgetting you I am always trying
But forgetting you causes me so much pain

I envy the moon, for hiding so frequently behind the shadow of the Earth.
I wish I could do the same, sometimes.
I’m tired of hanging in this sky.
I’m sick of my solitude in a starless expanse.
So fair world, do unto me as a new moon, I beg.
Let me go behind your shadow this once.
And as the moon is so rejoiced when it returns from behind its cloak,
Let me, one day, feel the same.