The blazing sun commences to hide itself behind the mountains
Foliaceous trees coruscate in the first rays of sunset
The emerging moon slowly becomes crescent
Coldness brought by the gushing wind makes me shiver in this umbrageous forest.
Yes. I am alone in this gloomy, undiscoverable part of the woods
Here in the forest where we are about to set foot and meet to elope
In the seventeenth night of the seventh month
Commemorating the supposed nth year of our poignant love.
While acquiescently waiting, I am having this abysmal reverie.
Under the silvery and almost moonlit night, you are kissing me.
We are in a state of pure bliss as if tomorrow will never come
Relinquishing the idea that there are no problems to surmount.
But so much time has lapsed and yet you have not arrived.
Would I just be waiting in vain and be deprived
Of the chance to meet with you and extol in the dusk?
I hope you'd come; I've loved you since time immemorial.
Every ecstasy has to end, every illusion has to suppress
By any means, either with willingness or by use of duress
This happiness that will hurt us in the very end
This phantasm that blinds us, just a masquerade.
I have known from the genesis that you will never come
Because of the fact that you are not really mine
I am just imagining that in this forest we are about to congregate
Expecting this wild fantasy to become a wonderful reality.
...So you failed to travel to reach this rendezvous of ours.
And I just made myself believe that you were lost in this twilit forest.
