The Dreams, The Moon
A Journey to Arts
Every morning, my friend is always waiting at my bed, laying his head on the bedside, eying on me for hours, hoping me to wake up.
But in reality, you weren’t there. My puppy stands by me instead.
I couldn’t remember much for I’m aging a lot. The reminiscence of you is slpping away, but the memeory of your face is the only one I won’t forget.
I closed my eyes again, trying to remember the wonderful things as I first met you. When our eyes were engaged, I felt like the first star at night, which illuminated the darkness as well as brighten my heart.
In my dreams, I’ve climbed high enough try to reach the world beyond. Looking down your picture in the pocket watch, I know I’ve lost the track of the time. That picture of yours is already torn, faded.
Soon I’ll hear your laughter. But I miss you most of all as the moon start to be full. I’m back, but the night is still young. In my dreams, I bring the moon home.
I remembered we used to climb that high, and I took a picture of you as you were looking away.
Ever since we used to leave words in the bottles and toss them under the sea, I have loved you. Now, I, myself, have already forgotten since when I have loved you. I just know, I love you and only you…
The Dreams & The Moon
I’m back, but the night is still young. In my dreams, I bring the moon home…
—— BubbleSwan | 楠
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