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in the sleepless night, gazing at the stars hearing the violin crying, as if mocking me again why is there only a crescent of the moon left in my sky? after tonight, we will lose touch completely
people are like the moon in the sky, you cannot possess them love is like a song that's been played, when nothing can save it then we can only break up why is my emptiness filled with disappointment? tonight there will be no kiss goodbye
we're still speaking of forever, unable to think of an excuse as we never thought of breaking up...
but my heart is hers, every minute, every second she is like the moon, never speaking alone, the violin plays "deep autumn's bright moon" my worries, my hopes, until forever