How pretty the moon is
Written by Seung-Yoon Lee
Unofficial translation by fans
If tens of thousands of things shining in the night sky
are the remains of a planet that has been dead,
Instead of raising my head and paying tribute,
I will bow down and pick up a handful of dirt.
My room is full of the people I loved -
Those who are shining in the frames.
Rather than leaving my name somewhere after death
I want to sing their names one more time while living.
Great formulas line up in the vast spacetime.
On it, I engrave a short sentence from time to time.
You and I, a few names and a couple of thoughts.
I can’t row for eternity,
But I can write a song that lasts for a few minutes.
So I will gather the ripples of ten thousand light years,
And sing you a song of the present
How pretty the moon is.
I’ll be the attic when you want to hide.
I’ll be the abysm when you want to die.
I’ll waste all the time as much as you want to cry.
Let’s play masquerade when truth is too much to bear.
I don’t want to leave my footsteps on the moon.
I just want to walk in step with you
Even at the bottom of the sea where the anchor can’t reach.
I can’t row for eternity,
But I can write a song that lasts for a few minutes.
So I will gather the ripples of ten thousand light years,
And sing you a song of the present
How pretty the moon is.
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