Your beauty haunts my heart,
Oh, your beautiful moon, so close and bright;
Your beauty makes me like this child.
Shout loudly to have your light:
A child with each arm raised.
Hold you in her warm arms.
Although there are birds singing tonight
Your white light goes through their throats,
Let me speak for me in deep silence.
Not just their sweetest notes:
Who worships you until the music disappears?
Bigger than a nightingale
moon
Your beauty has wrapped around my heart,
Your beautiful moon, oh, so close, so bright;
Your beauty makes me look like a child.
Seize your light and make a louder sound;
The child raised each arm,
I want to hold you and hug you tightly.
Although some birds sing at night,
Because your silver light shines on their necks,
Let me talk about my heart in deep silence.
More charming than their most beautiful songs;
The reverence for you is silent,
This reverence is better than your nightingale.