However, that ordinary, yet impressionable poem that he recited to her, the “Quiet Night Thought”, really resonated with her, leaving her with a homesick aftertaste.
(Shiro: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiet_Night_Thought)
In front of my bed, there’s bright moonlight
Could it be frost on the ground instead
Lifting my head, I gaze at the bright moon
then lower it, thinking of my home