The night is warm like many others in the middle of the singing river
The air is filled with the glimmer of a faint light in the distance
And with elusive fireflies which the night cloaks itself in
And it cloaks itself with spectres or a distant memory
Whilst in the darkness of the night, that pulls my hand,
I search for traces of the plants that slowly surround me
Slowly, in the shadow of the night, you look like you're made from smoke
I can barely feel your warmth and your strange perfume
With the scent of your body which I'm consumed by
From behind the mountain the white moon suddenly rises
And everything disappears in an instant and it's no longer brownish
This exaggerated moon will bring us good luck
A lover's luck is a flower with a thin stem
An unsettling story, a fleeting and fragile veil
The breath of a moment that will vanish into the sky
The sky and light never-ending like it's daytime
A magic world has blossomed and it's shining around me
I'm flipping through you as through a book and guessing your contours
The contours of your body have now become real
It's something white and true, so beautiful it almost hurts
And it's insinuating itself into a thought which suddenly overwhelms me
Another moon is smiling facing the transformed sky
But I know which is the real one, the other is no longer
This new full moon will bring me my good luck