Satellite Song: Kurow no Monogatari
From the moon comes madness
or destiny, or sadness, depending on who you’re asking.
No use waxing or waning poetic.
You were quite prophetic in a half baked way,
trusting me to choose to stay your satellite.
It’s the reason I was born,
torn from your side,
to be a celestial guide in the night,
and black to white, the scared surface of my face
just a yin-yang reminder
of an ancient race and a morose reflection
of the sun and her story. I’m just a footnote
to your legend's glory.
I’m just your satellite.
If I could be a wolf-white mirror,
or a crow-black magatama jewel,
then maybe I could sing
but I fear I’m just a flute-like sword
cutting out half-circle harmonies,
and moonbeam music in the clouds.
Have you ever even praised me
or given me a hand?
Do you know what I lost to
to protect this land?
Voulez-vous to understand?
I can’t speak French,
the way you do.
There’s nothing left to say…
but I wish you knew
that I’ve been deflecting meteorites,
reflecting solar lights.
and moonbeam white,
I’m still just your satellite.