O beautiful moon,

embalmer me into your comforting deathly embrace

O string of silver stars,

Let your ropes control and seize me, so that I may so endlessly dance around this dreamy carousel of my sweetly poisonous desires

O silver moon,

So bright and wild

A silver coin that shines with shimmering splendour,

Let the elegant darkness gently collapse into a warm blanket for my languished eyes

O beautiful moon, Close the curtains of reality!! Let me live a life without curtains!

Let me be free,

let my heart sing richly in wealthy imagination and splendour.

Let my voice be a traveller that tenderly blows across the quiet river

O quiet stream, do not silence the lovely river of tears that gracefully fall from the moon’s eyes,

let it deeply bathe and restore me into my former glory.

Cleanse me of my sin and hide me from the oppressive blinding light

Glazing moonlight that shines across the river

The silver reflections of quiet wealth wash and whisper across the sandy shore

and wipe away the eyes bags that dress my pale face

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Desperately for the coil and strings of the stars,

That those pitiful being did not know they were mere fishes in an ocean

The stings of stars were simply the line of a fishing rod,

reeling them into the burning soarching flames of reality

Now, the golden coin of a sun gambles and imprisons the fraudulent moon into a prison of fantastical pleasure

Those pitiful being watch as the golden sun condemns and impoverishes them into the reality