My moon has disappeared

The stars we've been glazing together have faded away

With the memory that lasts forever

Now our gazes direct to the different path

I am seeing different faces

But knowing yours only reflects theirs

Then I see one person

I don't see your face

We build our bridge

From different side

Trying to withstand the tension

And meet in the middle for the first time

Can I do that?

Or that reflection of the moon will keep me away from walking?

Will I see myself pictured in someone's eyes?

Or will I just see myself in the water ripple?

I don't know