The consumptive moon compels me to act I shall never be an ungrateful son Her feverish gaze lights the path I walk The great obscure pillow of the night sky cushions Luna’s body as she yet wastes A love chimerical, silent longing intimately sunders her flesh from bone to delicate beams of white that bless us The consumptive moon compels me to act
米国に 皆笑えない 夢にまで