During May, clear sky in your eyes definitely the finest blue
Enlightened by the sparks of your eyes
Your soft and pure vision
So delicate upon the earth’s roughness
Toward my fear’s madness
We used to see full moon on the afternoon sky
A silver pendant that was dripping a faint blue light
You always pointed your finger to that mistery
Giggling as you recognized things and said its name
You’re just like me, a silent dreamer
But I’m not like you, so cherish and confident
On the gate of June suddenly the rain massively wash the clouds
Beneath the overcasting light
June’s darkest sky radiates through these ephemeral nights
I lost the moon at noon and night
So I lost your eyes,
before our bedtime stories begin
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