"La lune ne garde aucune rancune"
I walk through the windy road of the night,
where streets are empty, thinking over thoughts.
So I am alone, where the moon is bright.
A breeze swirling. Grass around are white dots.
I am walking wherever my feet goes,
I am walking to there empty-handed,
Where I used to meet you. I count my woes.
White blades of grass are where moonlight landed.
Where are you, I wonder. I wanted to
Bring you something, but I forgot. Will you
Still have a boyfriend next year? I still do
Wish you study well. I first, then you too:
"I love you" I said, regarding the moon.
"I loved you" you said. Now prepare so soon.