What can’t be seen in the light, is seen clearly in the darkness.
Rain, wind, sunny weather, cold, happiness, sorrow; all celestial deeds.
Within constellations that are like an ocean, humans either burn or freeze.
Three times, I speak my wish, to the glittering quintuplet star cluster.

With the end and the beginning of seasons, the time leaves nothing but rumors.
I avoid the drizzle as I dwell in the shadow of trees. Perhaps I will meet you in the silence.
As I was about to leave, I asked, “Can I ask for that wish again?”
I heard the answer in between the noise of the smelting furnace.

What can’t be seen in the light, is seen clearly in the darkness.
One day, over this scenery, when I am unable to go back, I won’t lose my way.
As long as I have hope, I won’t have idle thoughts. As I step through
The small gap for this land, I saw it for an instant. Three more times, I speak my wish.