Bitten by darkness,

The moon disappeared a little and a little.

She and I looked at the scene

Sitting on the seashore.

Deep inside of me,

there was a passion of holding you.

But you are just a friend of mine.

Like eternally going and coming waves,

Like mild and bright moon light.

At last, the moon vanished perfectly,

And You just held my hands,

My heart full of trembling

But I pretended never to know.

Just piled up my hand over hers.

Shining stars,

Sound of waves,

She,

And I.

Always there were many people between us,

Always there was each one who loved.

Sometimes they gave us wordless pains.

But this warmth of hands,

All of the hurts would disappear.

Bitten by lights,

The moon appeared a little and a little.