Alone in silver silence, I lift the wooden mallet high, The stars are quiet watchers, lanterns in the endless sky. Each strike upon the mochi echoes softly through the night, I wonder if the Earth below can see my gentle light. I’m the rabbit on the moon, dreaming as I weave the tune, Shaping sweetness out of longing, under shadows, under bloom. Every heartbeat, every sigh, folds into this tender dough, Love and memory rising slow. The world feels far but near me, glowing blue across the space, I pound the rice with patience, time dissolves without a trace. Lonely hands keep moving, yet my spirit never fades, For in each round and rhythm, hope is quietly remade. I’m the rabbit on the moon, dreaming as I weave the tune, Shaping sweetness out of longing, under shadows, under bloom. Every heartbeat, every sigh, folds into this tender dough, Love and memory rising slow. If someone looks up tonight, and whispers to the sky, May they taste the gentle sweetness of the tears I never cry. Though I’m hidden in the distance, my song is always near, A mochi made of starlight, for the ones I hold dear. So I’ll keep on pounding softly, till the dawn begins to rise, A rabbit on the moon, with forever in its eyes.
