Rui

Words
Are the love letter of the drops of the moon
Sadness are the illusions of bubbles
The smells, the shine, are the breath that that whispers love
The voice that hurts because of war
Is the wind of the bustling cicadas

At the end of time, the warmth of love grows cold
And shines on the passed, short-lived memories

The feeling of wanting to see you
Now, quietly becomes a wish
The drops of the moon wets the grief today too

The waning moon rises
The surface of water like a mirror

The eternal flowers which bloomed in the world
Keeps changing
And dyes the peoples' hearts with grief

My composition which says "I miss you..."
Is, quietly somewhere far away in the heavens
The drops of the moon wets the grief today too

The feeling of wanting to see you
Now, quietly becomes a wish
The drops of the moon wets the grief today too

The waning moon sings
Of the love that continues eternally...