The night air is pretty cold,
But it seems serene to me,
Even I shiver from the breeze,
I'm still gonna stay outside,
Staring at the moon.
I wonder if,
The moon ever being hurt.
I wonder if,
The moon ever cry.
I wonder if,
The moon ever miss the star.
Hey,
I'm just curious ,
Don't get me wrong.
And even the moon lie to the star,
Even the moon hate the star,
Eventually,
The star gonna be okay.
~05thMay
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Well, if you're wondering, the moon could be the boy and the star could be the girl or whatever pronouns related to you. Let your imagination do its magic.