This love are so unreachable.
Same world, different scene.
You’re up to a point I can’t touch.
I could only imagined to be there.
I’ve departs this life for thousand of times,
Just trying to reach out for you.
I’ve concedes defeat sometimes,
But I’m still waiting.
Just to meet you one day.

This love cause me damage but it heals somehow.
How can love could make me feel so alive yet almost to die?

We can’t grab the moon and keep it inside our pocket.
Then it’s the same for me.
I can’t even touch you,
How can I keep you beside me?
We can’t just asking for the star to fall all over our heads,
Then it’s the same for me.
I can’t even talk to you,
How can I ask you to hold my hands when I miss you?

There’s a cake and gifts.
There’s people laughing and wishing.
“Happy birthday and I love you!”
Everyone looks so happy and some was crying.
“You’re the best we ever had.” They said.
As they hug and tells sweet words,
One of them screaming,
“Blow the candle and make a wish!”
I close my eyes and pray to God, thank you for the blessing.
As I open my eyes, I realized.
This party wasn’t mine.
It was someone else.

Maybe I should stop dreaming.
I’m not that special.

Loving you is hard.
But at least I know the end.
It's easy to love someone you know you could never had than loving someone who didn't know how to appreciated your existence.
You.
You're constrasting. Breathtaking. Aesthetic.
Your eyes extending far down than the ocean.
Your smile soften the heart to whoever that saw you.
Dulcet voice, that would describe you well.
Loving you is like loving the moon.
You're so far away yet few can still meet you.
I still say "Shoot for the moon, you might get there"
But I know I won't.
I ain't got a chance.
So I create a space. I create a world. A medium for me to meet you.
Dream. I call it dream.
I feel delighted just to see you there. It wasn't real but it's all I got.
I was hynotized myself to make myself believe this was all true.
I know it's sounds crazy but we all have a dream to grant the moon.
It's wrecking and heart wrenching. I couldn't stop.
You're belongs to everyone. And I was nobody.
I'm not obsessing. It just feel great to have a dream with you.
I'm not crying, I won't. But I feel empty.
And when I woke up.
You're not.
There.