I stand at the front window and
See branches that play in the breeze
I stand at the rear window and
See the luminous camphor tree.
The moon shines throughout the meadow
Scattered among blades of gold straw
The moon from above in the sky
Dusts flower petals, every one.
Those times you are close at my side
We are happy as the months pass.
Compose a verse, forget the moon,
You're quick to remind me: "it's bright".
Inside I am restless with joy
To know that your love is still full,
I still miss our dates with the moon,
It is still an enchanting orb.
Now that you are far from my side,
I try to remind you: "bright moon".
I call out to you: "ivory moon!",
As I stand, anxious in the night.