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Oh moon, oh moonlight over the sorrowful sky,

for it foretells a love that is wrong—it wrecks my love.

Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.

What crime have I committed that I must be struck with despair?

Because people's hearts condemn my appearance—like drops of blood that pierce and kill me.

Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.

Please, gods, have mercy on me; grant me a form to present to the beloved—

even if it’s only a disguise, I will accept it.

Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.

Seeing the moonlight of love reveal the full moon...

I see her suffering with no relief—why?

Because the moon’s light has faded away.

Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.