There is an old story as ancient as the air.

The legend of a flower most beautiful and rare.

It blooms for one night only,

one magic night in June;

and opens wide its petals in adoration of the moon.

Its captivating beauty is strong as iron ore,

and those whose eyes behold it are changed forever more!

It fills the heart with beauty,

with kindness and peace.

It dries the unshed teardrop,

makes doubts and anger cease.

That moment passes by us;

the moonflower folds it parts.

And though it fades,

its memory lingers forever in our hearts.

 

一個古老的故事，如同空氣一樣古老。

一朵傳奇的花，最漂亮且最珍貴。

這花只開一個晚上，

在六月一個神奇的夜晚；

並在月亮的敬愛中打開花瓣。

它的迷人之美像鐵礦一樣強烈，

那些眼睛看到它的人永遠改變了！

它讓心充滿了美，

還有善良與和平。

它吹乾了未流下的淚滴，

中止懷疑和憤怒。

那一刻與我們擦肩而過；

月光花把花瓣收起。

雖然它枯萎了，

它的記憶在我們心中永遠存在。