Then, what else?

There are days feeling that all this life is such a waste.

Then in one more phase with some new goal to chase again.

Always, kinda cycles begins……

When climbing up the ladder alone seems an endless race,

Only a bit so afraid that can’t keep up the pace.

Nevertheless,

Countless times having heard that love is the remedy for everything,

Those three words mend just almost anything.

So I’m clinging onto the hope that each love couple in the world can have a happy ending under the sun.

Finally, the days comes.

I flew high across the moonlit sky having realized that you would never show up.

Night by night growing the awareness of the fact,

You dissolved, dissolve……

No more wondering the answer that so,

Only to close the eyes as tears running down and slowly turns dry.

Holding the faith that there should be a parallel spacetimes,

In which we soar high across the moonlit night,

Hand-in-hand until the morning light.