There is a gentle breeze outside
and I'm watching the moon.
It's so magical and faraway
as your presence.
The clouds surround the moon
and create a nice painting
as my memories of you.
The white circle moon has
a lot of holes and hills
as the moments
we spent together.
Suddenly the clouds
cover the moon
as your last smile
that i've seen from you.
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