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.
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.