oh god, if in eternal life
we are allowed only one
extreme happiness,
please let me lie forever in my lover's arms
let us be in a little boat
floating on a moonlit sea

but the flower of experience
bears the fruit of wisdom
and the fruit of wisdom
is pregnant with the seed of sorrow

under the misty moon
i adore you for your love
that is so profound, it has become
speechless

the water in a puddle is plain
but with a touch of sunset
it turns into a sea of gold

all beings are deceived by light and shadow--
beyond our horizon,
when did the moon ever wax and wane?

the falling star
shines only when it crosses the sky of man;
it darts out from darkness
and flees into darkness again
is love also unaccountable?

it's only a lonely star
but in the infinite darkness
it has written up
all the solitude of the universe

in this poem, i have already forgotten
the first word,
nor will i ever know the last