I'd like to ride through the wind to return to the moon's crescent smile.
Yet, a state of fear was written across my mind,
Such a fearful mind is not even worth a lie between two lips.
Dancing within a painting with my moonlit shade, that seems defunct in this human world.
The gray contour sphere hugged homes, stoops to small windows and shines above the sleepless and sleeping.
I held no grudge.
But why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart.
People sense the feeling of dolefulness, joy, disunion, and reunion.
Though the moon and it's people may wonder whether it is dimmed or bright,
It was an imperfection that was left by time.
May everyone get a taste of permanence; though numbers counted the miles we are apart...
We are able to share what's the beauty of the moon when I left.
