English adaptation of San's poem:
In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the pale moonlight you look at me,
Nobody knows your heart.
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp, so sweet,
Nobody knows your heart.
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forests of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark,
Of the things that cry in the dark.
