I saw my sister,
Katara, bởi the river,
Aglow in a sliver
Of cold moonlight,
With no clouds in sight;
The water at her beck and call,
Obeying her every gesture,
Her silent commands to rise and fall
Moulded bởi her gentle pressure….

I saw my lover,
Princess Yue, wrapped in glowing silver;
Entombed bởi the moon’s cold light,
Reflected in that river;
Yet no unbroken image lay
To soothe my eyes hoặc gently stay
The choppy water, glistening
In a multitude of highlights, shifting
Like a shattered mirror drifting by:
A million tears of light did cry….

No bending of that cold water
bởi highly-trained martial master,
Nor silent plea of moon princess,
Immortalized in emptiness,
Could restore what seemed Mất tích forever,
hoặc ransom the cost of being together…..

But as Katara looked up at the moon
To meet Yue’s gaze simultaneously,
They both noticed just as soon
A bunny appearing spontaneously,
Bending words on my behalf,
Transmitting to my other half:

“One moonlit night,
bạn became a part of me,
And bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp the tim, trái tim of me
And left me all alone….

This moonlit night,
I still feel the tim, trái tim of thee
Beat for me so longingly,
But you’re gone, you’re gone”.