The moon that was swimming in the glimmering night

I'm reaching out to touch with all my might

But when I try to touch it

I feel all warmed up inside

And gradually this warmth became my life

They increased. Steps in the hall.

A view I saw from outside my window.

So cruelly it flows. On and on it goes.

It's slipping I don't want to let go!

So slowly, warmly it sways

As I can't understand

Until I touch with both of these trembling hands.

Under the crescent moon

Memories scattered in the wind

Reaching out I try to gather them one by one

I have to understand

Even way up high in the still slumbering clouds

Could I manage to touch if I reach out?

The sky's so cold and yet so soft and warmed me up inside

This feeling in my heart has to ask why

Remove the mark, from where I was

I'm turning a new book page in my life

By the flow of time

Blocking out this pain

I'm hanging on with both of these hands of mine

Trying

to catch the swaying view

it was more beautiful

than I had imagined in the depths of my soul

It makes me want to shout it from the highest place in the whole world

But this moon won't stop always changing it's shape

until the night of fate

So long ago

I'd hoped to know

Everything that I had thought that I could know

But it seems in the end

I'd only imagined

This dream that I had made you believe, right?

So slowly, warmly it sways

As I can't understand

Until I touch it with both of these trembling hands.

Under the crescent moon

Memories scattered in the wind

Reaching out I try to gather them one by one

Trying

to catch the swaying view

it was more beautiful

than I had imagined in the depths of my soul

It makes me want to shout it from the highest place in the whole world

But this moon won't stop always changing it's shape

until the night of fate