歌詞

Look up high, in the still of night

A silver eye, no need for flight

No voice, no air, no crown, no fame

Still the moon… it knows my name

Look up high, in the still of night

A silver eye, no need for flight

No voice, no air, no crown, no fame

Still the moon… it knows my name

Not chasin’ stars, not spittin’ fire

No atmosphere, no earthly choir

But still it glows, still it turns

With every spin, a truth returns

Same ol’ face to Earth it shows

Hides the rest where silence grows

A rebel? No. A sage? Maybe—

It shines without ever sayin’ “see me.”

Moon don’t shout, moon don’t claim

Still it plays the oldest game

Light it borrows, love it gives

In the dark, that’s how it lives

I don’t need the world to cheer

I just need one soul to hear

Like the moon, I take my stand—

A quiet fire, no need to brand

Shinmeikai speaks the simple day

Meikyō shows the clear true way

Kōjien holds the ancient sound—

And all of them have moonlight found

But I go further, past their lines

Past Nietzsche’s boldest, brightest signs

I rise where even gods resign

Call it fate or orbit’s tune

But I won’t bow—not to sun or moon

Like tides that feel its unseen hand

I move, I rise, I understand

I’ve no light born in my skin

But what I touch, I light within

So mock me not for shining slow

I’m the rhythm that makes souls grow

Moon don’t shout, moon don’t cry

Still it paints the velvet sky

One half seen, one half soul

That’s how I live, that’s how I roll

I love, I fall, I rise again

Call me weak, or call me wise—

My light comes soft, but never dies

So when the world feels dark and wide

Look for me…

I’m the moon on your tide