When I was still young, I said I would do everything I could to hurt you all,
Later, I grew up and aged quickly,
My heart was no longer stirred by fevered dreams or absurd futures.
Perhaps I had already died back then, and only an empty shell remained alive,
My soul was lost in a vast white fog.
I could hear people snickering in the fog, like the sounds made by monsters,
They did not look at my glory and halo, only at the moments when I made a fool of myself.
I could no longer love you, my dear, even if I once had,
When my eyes looked upon that child, I felt a ray of light shine through a broken window.
She made the dried-up well of emotion in my heart brim with water once more,
And I, a thirsty traveler in the desert, came back to life because of it.
Besides ball games and archery, the carnival also had sword dances,
It was part of tradition. Moon was to perform in place of her aged father,
Her face carried a healthy flush, like a pink rose,
Roland was sparring with her in the hall. He looked quite happy, and there was no hatred in the way he looked at her. He was every inch a father.
Moon worked very hard to make herself worthy of becoming the kingdom's heir,
That was more respectable than certain rotten and degenerate princes and nobles,
After sweating, her fragrance became even more distinct, making my heart and soul tremble.
The people standing in the sunlight did not notice me standing in the darkness,
Moon bid Roland farewell and left the hall adorned with royal banners.
I followed her, guided by the girl's singing,
God forgive me, I was merely curious