The full moon is stuck in the seemingly fake rain   unchanging   trusting   Even now time flows softly   The rustling trees informed us it was evening      Always the floating sadness is   held in time   By the opened window   looking up at the sky and thinking and holding it up to heaven      I was searching... for the pure heart of the light   Sweet like you   A sleepy dream?   I, who looked down, am softly illuminated   Blown in the kind wind      Looking at the endless waving sea   The echoing thought does not come true   If we meet, i wonder if this darkness will clear up   Continuing to sing the desire for the far land      The time you passed me, you moved by faintly...   The light shining inside stretches past you   A sleepy dream?   I, who looked down, am softly illuminated   Blown in the kind wind   Dazzling/blinding...   Is this a dream?