寒い夜
爪の様な、薄く鋭く輝く三日月
黒い空に、薄く浮かぶオリオン
髪を揺らし、頬を撫でる冬の風
浮かぶ雲と、流れる木々の葉音
寒い夜がそっと私を包む、そこに居ていいよ
Cold Night
A thin, sharp, and shining crescent moon, like a claw.
Orion, faintly floating in the black sky.
The winter wind shaking my hair and stroking my cheeks.
Floating clouds, and the sound of leaves flowing from the trees.
The cold night gently wraps around me.
It’s okay to be right here.
