for this one,
Why can't she say exactly what she want,
how she feels,
If only this moment would reveal itself,
I'm afraid she will be torn.
Still, we are parting every now and then,
from the day the both of us were born.
Even when the veil is not as thick,
I don't want to let her go.
Even if I know we can never meet,
I believe that it is not so.
Life in between seeing and forgetting,
someday, I wish this will end.
I'm meeting with tomorrow--
on the other side of the moon.
And with our hearts, again.