Back then when I was a child, even if I told somebody about it—
Preface.
The canopy of the sky was covering it, but the white visage of the night unwrapped up.
A gracious and beautiful star fell down.
Ah—
Tonight too, the moon is so pretty—
That evening that left regret.
Those memories that are no longer something mine.
That every day life that is nothing but an illusion.
Even that relationship you think is not allowed.
And her name, which I am unable to forget.
As of yet, it remains asleep, a certain Moon fairy-tale.
