You go on the starry cobblestone pavement. Only one and a half steps ahead, busy as if angry.
In the marketplace, where all the furniture is gathered together, as if you were sewing with your slender legs, Wading through the noisy crowd. The storefronts are filled with light, The sparkling goods are dazzlingly bright. The steam from the sweet hot chocolate, The scent of cinnamon warms the night.
In the hustle and bustle of this winter day I have not lost sight of that little shoulder, It was definitely thanks to you.
What are you doing, don't stray?"
You turn around and bluntly say, "What are you doing? I nod back at you and immediately look forward. Just one and a half steps ahead, I take just one and a half steps ahead of you, never letting you go any further, You continue on your way, paying the utmost attention to your surroundings.
Occasionally, you glance back, You follow, pretending not to notice. When you realize that they have noticed you, Then this holy step and a half will You are the one who is walking in the moonlight of the holy night.
You go by the moonlight of the holy night. One and a half steps ahead, more gently and carefully than anyone else.