When you said that the barrier was reality, I flinched... Because the words you just said were real. Such great feelings you had to combine those words were true. I pity if you thought of this truth to be something of the world of dreams. But I am telling you, this is the reality. The barrier is the world and I hope not destiny.

3 am and we started pretending we were high because we were underaged.
You shared me your loveliest words.
I read your flowering poems.
I felt each word deep down and I pretended not to be emotional.
I felt special because you shared them to me first.
You taught me how to whisper to the cold winds of December.
You opened my eyes to the hope that I have lost,
You reminded me to dream the most unrealistic things.
... And that surreal starry night ended when my phone died and my eyes shut themselves.
Days dashed through their ways and time made its fate that I slept when you were awake.
I saw you sharing the same lovely words to other people.
I heard you saying your flowering poems to them.
I might be selfish... but for the first time, I felt like those words were only mine.
Maybe it was my fault that I slept through 3 am and you were awake until 5 am.
Still, I whisper to the coldest winds at night.
Still, I remember that night when we pretended to be high.

I'd love to be like the Moon
It always appears at night
No matter what part of it
It is always bright

It shines its white
While letting the stars
It shows you its beauty
While letting you see others'

It is there in the darkness
With the stars, your highness
Luna loves the earth
It makes the world a pit of stars