Lunar beam illuminates her room,
Through sleepless lonely nights,
And plethora of colors.

For a soul she dare to love and adore,
Heart skips a beat,
Seeing him with another.

May she conclude her feeling,
As a parallel line;
Often so close — yet never together.

I do believe,
When hope seems lost,
And desperation overwhelms
What matters the most — is for him
To look at the midnight sky

I do believe,
With tears shed yesterday,
And fake smile on your lips,
What matters the most — is for her
To relieve one last sigh

Cause when the fireworks spark,
And the clock strikes twelve,
Should both him and her realize
What matters the most — is for them,
To kiss yesterday's pain goodbye.