鱸月亭日乗

I don't think the rain can wash this away
this wound is too deep to heal now..
but don't worry about me
I'll paint on my smile
This world is too shallow to drown me.

There is the moon, hanging low
I see that wonderful orange glow
smiling at me straight throught the rain
that old comfort I know keeps calling

I wish that the night would swallow this day
and the clouds wouldn't steal the moon from me
but the rain starts to fall; the moon fades away
this wound is too deep to heal now

Where is the moon?
hanging low..
I miss that wonderful orange glow
That old comfort I know keeps calling me