I want to be like the moon.
It’s accompany people who can’t sleep.
Embrace those tired soul that need to be kept.
She’s never afraid. She’s beautifully strong.
even when the dark cloud seemed to seize her,
She’s shine still.
A proof that darkness isn’t always about emptiness and anger.
Alone but still beautiful.
I want to be like the moon,
She’s the one who avoid people from being alone.
Nobody know what she’s doing behind that cloudy sky.
Maybe she’s crying,
Maybe she’s dying,
Or maybe she’s sleeping.
All that matter is,
She’s still pretty, extremelly breathtaking with her light.
Even without the stars around her.