In the deep, dark night,
there is a maiden, bathing in the clear spring.
River of her hair,
strangles her,
the beautiful creature.
The Creator is passing by, sees the maiden.
The beautiful creature.
Wondering to give her a name.
Moonlight glows, and wind flows.
Then a name pops in. Celena, he repeats and says
My love will last. So will the moon and my mind.