Have you seen the moon lately?
I'm pretty sure you would've seen it.
It's... so bright, isn't it?
But it doesn't compare to the way your eyes sparkle.
Are there any Phoenix Trees there?
I can imagine you walking down the streets,
Full of those Phoenix Trees,
While you're holding a bouquet of roses.
That would've been a sight.
That image would be engraved in my mind, forever.
I would be dumbstruck, and you would lightly chuckle at me,
Softly telling me, "What a silly boy you are."
...
I'm sorry, My love, I can't think of anything anymore.
Yet at the same time you always occupy my mind,
Never really leaving by my side.
Can you tell me when?
Would you like me with you there?
We would be much closer to the moon,
It's a little unfair you're the only one who get to see it so soon.
I am getting tired, my love.
Maybe it's time for us to once again meet.
Walking under the Phoenix trees,
While I once again embrace your warm body.
