As I live in this unfair world,
years go by as I grow old.
Countless days have passed since then,
days gone along with friends.
What's left is a loneliness that cannot be bent.

Now my only friend is the night.
It's the only one that has the right,
it's the only one that is sincere,
as it lights the silhouette of a little deer.

Now I sit lonely in my room,
watching the night as it envelops the moon.
Yet it cannot hide its entire light,
for the moon is the only one that has the right.
The right to stand above the Earth,
lighting it up since our ancestors' birth.

But the mysteries of the night don't end here,
for the moon regularly,
sometimes disappears.

The stars are the eternal residents of the sky,
living with the universe as its clock goes by.
They illuminate the world with their dim yet blinding light,
staying eternally in their unreachable heights.
They are the pinnacle of the unknown,
guarding the universe's secrets as if they are their own.