When the moonlight spills across my doorstep, I pray that the Moon Goddess might grant me one wish: I long to possess human hands, so that even if only once, I may hold my lover tightly in my arms. If I had never tasted warmth, perhaps I would not feel this biting cold; if I had never experienced the sweetness of love, perhaps I would not endure such agony; if I had never met the kind Peggy, and never ventured beyond my room, I would never have known just how profoundly lonely I truly am.
When the moonlight spills across my doorstep, I pray that the Moon Goddess might grant me one wish: I long to possess human hands, so that even if only once, I may hold my lover tightly in my arms.
