Even the mortal
Who is pure in the heart
And had plans for a whole life

May deliberately change
When a cold wind blows
And the winter Moon is pride

Each night remains the one
When on me Your kiss landed
The so smoothing silken
Embrace of a Moonbeam

Not of sadness is the heart
Bleeding only for the Moon
When dusk falls on the land
His eyes glitters anew

Only for You

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Daedalan, in the year 607 AF.