I wish I could sit beside the shore under the full moon,
With a pen in my hand,
Draw a sketch of memories
In a diary,
With you beside me, smiling with shiny eyes,
And your hair waving with the breeze
Just like crops in a field,
My eyes filled with the sparkling stars of the galaxy,
With your glance, they shine even brighter,
A warm, sensational, thoughtful night,
With a starry moon,
Spotlighting my darkness,
Unveiling my heart,
Inhabited by a gentle lad—
Every night, with a soothing voice,
He whispers in my ear a fantasized melody.
Spring that never ends in my heart—
With your thoughts, it blossoms.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
I wish I could sit beside the shore under the full moon,
With a pen in my hand,
Draw a sketch of memories
In a diary,
With you beside me, smiling with shiny eyes,
And your hair waving with the breeze
Just like crops in a field,
My eyes filled with the sparkling stars of the galaxy,
With your glance, they shine even brighter,
A warm, sensational, thoughtful night,
With a starry moon,
Spotlighting my darkness,
Unveiling my heart,
Inhabited by a gentle lad—
Every night, with a soothing voice,
He whispers in my ear a fantasized melody.
Spring that never ends in my heart—
With your thoughts, it blossoms.