Wish Upon A Bottle

I am looking at the half blonde moon while holding a bottle where my soul is restored,

There’s a white rose-scented treasured piece of paper inside it,

And you will be surprised with the letter I’ve engraved on it,

It’s about a man on my past dream,

Even it’s just an invention of subconscious mind,
Still, my heart race so furiously,

He holds me and tightly embraced me,

I did felt his assuring touched so warmth,

That makes me wonder if I’m still fancying or I am wide awake already,

The second I opened my eyes was the phase when he vanished,

I am dying to have glimpse on him but, fate refused us to meet,

The reason I am carrying this bottle is because of unfolded hope,

And now, I will toss it on the bottomless seawater with a desire that you’ll read it even for the next life,

I may not see you today but, I am sure that we will meet eye to eye afterwards,

For my future man, let’s live a worthy life in reverse side of the sphere and let’s intertwined our life once our worlds finally collides.

#T