The moonlight seems blue that night.
And the asteroids are embracing each other.
Only to watch her,
Sitting on the same bench,
shedding the same tears.
The gale tries to isolate her storms,
and the Sugar Maple's branches wish they are allow to deform.
Only to reach her for a solace on her shoulders.
Does not she sees them?
While her lips trembling of lies.
Blaming herself for the endless sighs.
Does not she sees herself?
The world is giving in to her,
wondering why her world must be surrender.
