Silence for the moon,
Cold skin and faint tears,
The dream of looking for lovesickness is endless,
There's no sign of the sail crossing the water here.
I want to say something to the moon, but I don't know where to start. Let's go to bed. My soul left, but I ignored my own skin. The candle cried for him, and my tears dried up. I no longer have the strength to illuminate, so I slowly dimmed, looking for the person who worried me day and night in my dream, but how can I find it here? Suddenly I saw the ship transiting here, but there was no ripple on the water. I finally understand that it is futile after all.