The Night Sky

The nightsky reminds me of a happy ending, The stars,  the moon,  the visible dark clouds; just stunning,
The world really is moving,
Will it last for a lifetime, darling?
It doesn't matter though,
One turn of this world,   can change everything,
A moment is all that matters though.
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I still remember the time, 
When we are wishing on the same shooting star,
Dreaming dreams that's way too far.

I can never forget our pinky promise,
The moonlight as our witness,
"Cross my heart and hope to die",
I wish I knew then,  It was all a lie.

And now,  once again,  looking up at the same nightsky we shared before,
Doesn't remind me of a happy ending anymore,
The shooting stars are falling so slow,  as if it's also asking,
"Where did those wishes go? "
And the moon itself refuses to come out behind the dark clouds,
Afraid to witness false promises again.

What have we done,  dear?
We made the nightsky tragically precious,
A graveyard of wishes and broken promises,
The holder of the cinematic records of our memories.