Well, We're Not Roaming Together.

To kill the deep night.

Though this heart is still infatuated,

Although the moonlight is still brilliant.

Because a sword can break the scabbard.

The soul has worn its chest too hard.

This heart, it has to stop breathing.

Love also needs rest.

Though the night comes for love,

Very soon, it was daylight again.

But in the moonlight world,

We no longer roam together.