On a clear night, the moonlight is as still as still water. The street lights in the distance are vaguely visible. In this quiet night, who knows how many shooting stars streak across the sky.
The girl walked with the boy's light footsteps by the Daimyo Lake. The willow branches were attached to the lake water in the evening breeze, and the moonlight shone on their faces speckled through the willow leaves. The water of the lake flows rapidly eastward, as if it is going to meet his lover whom he has not seen for a long time. Everything is so quiet.