Holding onto the old days that won't repeat
Excepting a magic to happen
But at the end everything goes downhill
Maybe letting go of the old memories doesn't hurt much.
But hoping those memories to repeat is a mere imagination
Because
Memories happen not created
You made me feel that remembering those doesn't hurt.
But here I'm siting alone for seeking your precence
while I stare at the sky filled with stars
Now moon is filling your company
Walking with me and hearing my rants and talks.

The world behind me
Where the rudes judge me
Makes me feel low
Even when I feel to glow
Maybe they don't know
that I'm my life hero
What they know is just their mere  calculations
What I do is beyond their their imagination
So,
Don't provoke me,
                       I'm the rose filled with thorns

Tell me again how the
Sun loves the moon that it dies every night just to let her breathe.

Those glittery sees, that I see everyday
makes me feel relaxed
Playing and laughing together
makes me everyday uncover a new hidden person in me
Loved your company every morning
and even for star gazing at night