Under the moon,
in the starry night,
there is a melody spreading throughout the light.
In the shining night,
I hear a song,
but it won't be here for long.
I travel,
I run,
I have to here that heavenly voice,
but it will be my only choice.
I make that choice,
to follow the voice,
then I will get the chance to rejoice.
I see a hill.
With the light standing still,
I saw a girl singing by a distant mill.
I saw the girl within the night,
singing with all her might under the light.
I heard the song by the shallow sea.
I will always remember the starlight melody.
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