[Verse 1] My master returns once again today, With the cold wind upon his back. I light the lamps throughout the manor, And polish the silent halls alone. When he opens the door seeking rest, I gracefully bow my head. So that, if only for a fleeting moment, He may forget the wounds of reality. (Sunrise... Moonrise... Sunrise... Moonrise...) Each day he leaves when the sun ascends, Each day he returns when the sun descends. The wheel of fate turns endlessly, And I watch it all in silence. [Bridge] Ah, why do humans always fight? Why do they mock others while lamenting? With lips that cry out for salvation, They tear apart another's heart. [Chorus] I know well The deep darkness of this age of chaos. In a world overflowing with grief and scorn, People continue to wound one another. The sun and moon wander endlessly, Looking down upon these cruel scenes. O foolish mortals, dance if you must, Upon a stage with no end in sight. [Verse 2] My master wears a weary face, Yet speaks not a single word. As I offer him a cup of tea, I quietly watch his profile. Beyond the manor walls, even today, Someone adorns falsehoods like precious gems. Behind voices preaching love and kindness, Blades of betrayal are sharpened in secret. (Sunset... Moonset... Sunset... Moonset...) Chasing the fading evening sun, People carry both hope and despair. Yet history repeats itself again, Unchanged to a laughable degree. [Bridge] Ah, why do humans always seek? Why do they hunger when already filled? They pursue a mirage called happiness, Only to wither away in the chase. [Chorus] I know well The deep darkness of this age of chaos. In a world overflowing with grief and scorn, People continue judging one another. The sun and moon wander endlessly, Illuminating nights of terrifying cruelty. O foolish mortals, laugh if you wish, For even your smiles are fleeting things. I shall continue guarding this manor, To grant my master peace and comfort. Yet beyond the window lies a world Where mocking laughter echoes still. [Final Chorus] I know well The endless tale of chaos. Yet whenever my master sleeps, I shall transform this manor into paradise. The sun sets and the moon rises, The moon sets and the sun rises. Through the turning ages, I smile in scorn, Watching the fragility of human lives... [End]
