The swordsman, in black, drowns and screams in the moonlight. The songstress, in a moonlit rendezvous, moans as much as she wants. He wants to see her in more detail, but the moon doesn't seem to be watching them tonight. He's disappointed, he says, since he wants to know more about her. He says he can hear her "screaming" from the cold night, and he wants her to kiss him. But he can't, because he's afraid that he'll be "stunned" if he does kiss her. So he says they should "squawk like you" and live as two normal men and women. He promises to protect her if she falls asleep, and if she does, he promises to cure her of her song-stress.