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!