F.I.R – Crescent Moon Bay [translated]
That night’s grit in the sky
Has brought along our memory
Halfway through, now I look back
My dreams which have passed through the West hold so many rugged hills
Love is like a traveling journal
And I will find out its secret
Seeing tears falling at the crescent moon bay
Forgotten on the Silk Road
Whose heart is it?
The heart that’s left behind alone
Is he still fine?
I really wanna love him
The eternal tears which keep that one sentence
Probably will evaporate some day
Whose love is it that’s stronger than tears?
The love that’s calling softly can melt me down
The raindrop developed into my wings which allow me to fly to my loved one’s side