I have already knew
the night is going to be a full moon.
Bringing myself to get a view
was a sirenizing thought in the noon.
Though this thing is not a new
I cannot wait to see her soon.
I'm just a boy with glasses.
Without him means getting blurry in my vision.
... don't worry my friends.
Mine has never made any distortion.
When a white moon rises,
I swear I will dance under her passion.
But how the drizzle fillin' the sky
hades the light in my eyes.
Worrying is this time.
Does it separates the will?
Worrying is through night.
Does it separates the will?
