you had better not appear -

you, superfluous moon

the sky already is too crowded

 

truth is I'd rather be alone

on the nightest night

the night without a star

looking at you looking at me

we don't really exist

 

everything can and cannot be seen

on a night like this

what I'm touching is not you -

I can almost feel

- is that your spirit

 

and everything is uncertain

today, tomorrow, the next instant

do they exist

 

do the night and the soul really exist

 

so it's best like this, I'd rather

think of you this way

you, a single-horned

blue moon, an impossible

my -

 

so you'd better not appear

you'd better appear

on the most night night