Looking at the moon,
I suddenly so desire,
That may you descend.

In the lunar palanquin,
May you come to my life.
In the angelic embrace,
May you come to the arms of my wife.

I swear that I have not seen,
Anyone as cute as my imagination.

In the lunar palanquin,
Here comes my cute princess.
By the grace of the angels,
May you be calligraphed in my life.

I swear that for me she is the cutest,
None else is even half as beautiful.

A dream home is being built,
My dreams get moulded.
Let all my dreams come true,
I will decorate the walls with love.

This dewy moonlight is so soft,
My imagination may get real.
Lit by this softer moonlight,
How more sweet can it get?