Under the falling cherry blossom petals,
The shadow of the moon is deep and dark,
I cannot see the tail of one's coat.
What am I to do, with this mind that longs for you.
With these long, beautiful white hands, quiting a flower.
It's as if the flower is the one welcoming me.
We made a promise of being together for centuries,
But the promise could not be kept,
And the faded scent of the flower makes me tremble in nostalgia.
I will flow with the wind and travel whimsically,
But the sight of the moon beyond that mountain
brings tears to my eyes.
-Song of the Doll by Lee Sun-young
The shadow of the moon is deep and dark,
I cannot see the tail of one's coat.
What am I to do, with this mind that longs for you.
With these long, beautiful white hands, quiting a flower.
It's as if the flower is the one welcoming me.
We made a promise of being together for centuries,
But the promise could not be kept,
And the faded scent of the flower makes me tremble in nostalgia.
I will flow with the wind and travel whimsically,
But the sight of the moon beyond that mountain
brings tears to my eyes.
-Song of the Doll by Lee Sun-young
