Lonely is he who stares at the moon.
Paraselene hovering above his head,
As though an eye looking down at him
With a heavy heart, he stares back,
"Oh, my Lune", he sighs as he reached to the moon.

Yearning is he who stares at the moon.
Among the stars in the night sky,
He longs for the brightest, yet of foreign nature.
Burning with pain, he cries.
"Oh, my Lune", he sighs as he clutches his heart.

Reconciled is he who stares at the moon.
Accepting the pain wholeheartedly
Carrying loneliness and yearning on his back, he moves on
With his brightest, he smiles at the moon.
"Oh, my Lune", he sighs with his lips curved.

Loving is he who stares at the moon.
As he reminisce the past with her by his side.
Stifling a laugh every now and then,
Cupping his head with his hand from time to time
"Oh, my Lune", he sighs with her in his mind.

Happy is he who stares at the moon.
For her, as he stood in front of her grave
Feeling a multitude of emotions:
Loneliness, Yearning, Reconciliation, and Love.
Happy is he who stares at his beloved.
"My dear Lune, my moon, I love you. Farewell."