When the sun comes down and the moon rises, music so elegant plays.
Within the grassy hill, the cherry blossom flows -
A dress full of frills sways along -
With a suit straight and neat -
The wind whispers, a song about their love,
Love, my dearest,
Even if were far, I'll dance with you till dawn,
With broken romance that haunts, and endless problems we will ignore as it is useless when we aren't apart,
Love, my dearest love,
Though we may be long gone from the earth, a memory of our dance will still live along.
The rough steady wind became calm, and the loving music disappears. The two bow so elegantly, and watch the sun rise. They gave each other one last look, and a smile wovens on their face.
"Under the moonlight, we shall stand. See you another time... my dear old friend."
Under the moonlight (edited)
Original poem on tumblr, (by me still)
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