私の月
My Moons,
How bright they shine,
How dark my sky,
Without their guiding glows.
Why is it I cannot find my way,
Without my shining moons,
Brightening life’s way?
I miss their moonbeams,
Their astral grace that lightens my face.
I will find my moons,
And never again let them cry,
When the morning sun has to rise.
武蔵
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