O moon! Are you married or unmarried?
Unmarried? Then, are you ******?
Oh no! My light has no margin.

Do you believe in Love, moon?
Or only like to make charmed by beauty?
Hence you are so lovely so cutie!

Don't ask me mysterious questions, girl,
Do you like to be as common people?
Let's break into pieces and dance with the ripple.

Moon, tell me about the male human,
Do they really desereve Love?
Should I fly for Love high above?

Love is your magical power, girl;
For Love makes you fairy, gives you spell,
Love makes your pshyche ever-ringing bell.