On a moonlit night, a single button
lay fallen on the surf-tossed shore.
lay fallen on the surf-tossed shore.
I picked it up,
not because I thought that I could use it,
but
I could not bring myself to toss it away;
I tucked it inside my sleeve.
On a moonlit night, a single button
lay fallen on the surf-tossed shore.
I picked it up,
not because I thought that I could use it,
but
I neither cast it to the moon
nor did I cast it to the waves;
I tucked it inside my sleeve.
On a moonlit night, this button that I found
entered my hand, and entered deep into
my heart.
This button I found on a moonlit night
how could I ever let it go?
– Nakahara Chuya