I saw my sister,
Katara, da the river,
Aglow in a sliver
Of cold moonlight,
With no clouds in sight;
The water at her beck and call,
Obeying her every gesture,
Her silent commands to rise and fall
Moulded da her gentle pressure….

I saw my lover,
Princess Yue, wrapped in glowing silver;
Entombed da the moon’s cold light,
Reflected in that river;
Yet no unbroken image lay
To soothe my eyes o gently stay
The choppy water, glistening
In a multitude of highlights, shifting
Like a shattered mirror drifting by:
A million tears of light did cry….

No bending of that cold water
da highly-trained martial master,
Nor silent plea of moon princess,
Immortalized in emptiness,
Could restore what seemed Lost forever,
o ransom the cost of being together…..

But as Katara looked up at the moon
To meet Yue’s gaze simultaneously,
They both noticed just as soon
A bunny appearing spontaneously,
Bending words on my behalf,
Transmitting to my other half:

“One moonlit night,
te became a part of me,
And te ha rubato, stola the cuore of me
And left me all alone….

This moonlit night,
I still feel the cuore of thee
Beat for me so longingly,
But you’re gone, you’re gone”.