One spring day, to catch the moon
Treading on blue-green shadows, I set out.
But there was only the wind blowing across the grass on the hillside,
And the moon had crossed the water.
One spring day, to catch the moon

Scattering on the golden waves, I rowed.
But there was only the lonely sound of water washing the stones,
And the waning moon had already crossed the fields and ridges.

One spring day, to catch the moon
Climbing the night, I ascended the sky.
But the moon revealed only half its face:
" How would you have come if not for the dream? "

One spring day, to catch the moon
Wandering through dreams, I went seeking,
but even before I arrived, the stars blocked my path:
" How would you have come if not for the dream? "