Again, today a flower blooms within hypocrisy
Shadowed by faults, your moon loses its light
In a place that lacks love, a star dreams
In a place without seas, a mermaid dreams
Still, I…
In that serene calm, my ears are torn
Your poor* small star loses its light
In a place that lacks love, a star dreams
In a place without seas, a mermaid dreams
Still I…
With my tears, I’ve made the sea
And still I, when you’ve left
I haven’t changed much from since
Still I…
Still with my tears, I create the sea
And so I bleed from the star you have left
Translator’s Note: *Cho-ra-han seems best to say ‘poor’ to me… But it’s really not ‘poor,’ more like pitiful. Augh. It’s just one of those words I get confused about.