If I reached out my hand,
Could I even reach that moon swimming in the night sky?

I tried touching it; it was just so warm…
I was drawn in bit by bit.

With my increasing footsteps, the scenery from my window
Flows on by, expressionless,
As it spills from my hands.

It swayed to and fro – I never knew
Until I touched it with my own two hands.
I want to gather all the things scattered beneath this waning moon,
And confirm what I know about each one… every little thing!

If I stretch out my hand,
Could I even reach those silently sleeping clouds?

That chilled sky is so tender;
I feel myself relaxing more and more.

When I took out my bookmark, they flowed forth-
Scars that built up over time-
But it protected me with both its hands.

I watched it sway to and fro – I tried to catch it;
It was more beautiful than I’d originally thought.
I suddenly wished to tell someone about it,
But that new moon was already changing shape… until that night comes again.

How long have I thought I knew all there was to know?
I must have only been believing
Mere figments of my imagination…

It swayed to and fro – I never knew
Until I touched it with my own two hands.
I want to gather all the things scattered beneath this waning moon,
And confirm what I know about each one… every little thing!

I watched it sway to and fro – I tried to catch it;
It was more beautiful than I originally thought.
I suddenly wished to tell someone about it,
But that new moon was already changing shape… until that night comes again.