Under The Moonlight

Under the moonlight I glimpse

A familiar dimple smile I had once 

Begone simple days and innocent ages

Short-lived like a butterfly in a phases

Under the moonlight all seems pretty

as time moving ever so briefly

never knew that my old soul would catch up,

this fast onto my faces

Under the moonlight I felt so different

like a cruel disposition

never knew that old memories could catch up,

with sudden epiphany of present days

Begone childhood days and a mere silly happiness

Short-lived like a meaningless youthful romance

Do I entitle to make allure interpretation?

or stories turns out pipedreams too?

Even if it fuzzy under the dimmed light

My mind clearer as it was never before

Even if it bolder the line map on my skins

My soul could never feel any wiser.

And through the rearview mirror, I can just saw:

Ah, there she goes again, pathetic sentimentalist!