Are you still watching the moon?
Still shining, a beacon of hope
in the midst of the darkness that looms.
The enigma of memory, mysterious melody,
nothing but a calm lullaby. If every catastrophe could heal,
If all the bad omens were averted.
Could we strive to survive, this eerie stillness of the night?
The epitome of beauty and passion.
Flawed, sick, and pale with spots.
Then who am I, who are you?
Still admiring broken but beautiful.
The dreamy night is almost over, but
are you still watching the moon, Because I am, feeling times that fly.
For the moon reminds me to carry on,
Even when I feel I’ve lost you, my light.

Are you still watching the moon?
Still shining, a beacon of hope
in the midst of the darkness that looms.
The enigma of memory, mysterious melody, nothing but a calm lullaby.
If every catastrophe could heal,
If all the bad omens were averted.
Could we strive to survive,
this eerie stillness of the night?
The epitome of beauty and passion,
flawed