The things you give me
are all so precious,
such as my loneliness
or a brief smile from you.
Even though we're right next to each other,
we are unable to get into physical contact.
Will our hearts gradually change their shapes,
just like how the phasing moon does?
I begin to dance,
holding tightly in my arms the things you gave me,
such as your unfulfilled promise
or my never-parching tears.
I feel so happy about the things you did for me,
such as that you found me
or that you're gazing into my eyes.
Oh time, please stop!
Will both my shattered heart
and my frozen prayer
be able to come back to a new life someday,
just like how the new moon does?
I wish to watch over
the bonds shared between us,
such as my never-ending anguish
or our inseverable love.
Even though we're right next to each other,
we are unable to get into physical contact.
Will our hearts gradually change their shapes,
just like how the phasing moon does?
I begin to dance,
holding tightly in my arms the things you gave me,
such as your unfulfilled promise
or my never-parching tears.