How we'd listen to our hearts and those of others

if we had been born without deceiving eyes,

like droplets bursting below the sun,

like peace created by the moon.

He and her are light and darkness,

a grey mass of lies and truth.

Thus they are never meant to be

side by side, spotted on sky-blue.

They are so different yet the same,

companions by a special bond.

It hurts how he stares at the moon.

Pain when she takes a glimpse of noon

They can't be together.

Only when all stars align,

there'll be a chance for them

to meet again at dawn.