The moon is red and the air is bold,
she spends her time looking on the moon,
breathing the night air like the same day,
chasing someone's pavement,
the one and only she has in life.
She spent her youth and ages,
surrounding by her immortal look,
red lips, dark hair, pale skin and cheeks,
deep inside tortured by her eternity,
sometimes with tears sometimes pathetic laugh.
How long has it been?
A hundred or a thousand years,
from timeless journey to endless ways,
she saw every sides of humanity time to time,
thrilled, bored of and disgust of them.
One day she met this person,
a man with strong will and cares,
someone who can share her pain,
someone who she is seeking for of this entire life,
out of nowhere he was a gift of a spring time.
they spent the days with imperfection,
but all the things seemed flawless and fine,
like an utopia they lived happily after,
an ever dream which would never vanish,
then all the stories are well said and written.
But one day the man died of aging sickness,
they were different world and beings,
like she was punished with her sins,
she scattered among the fireflies,
with tireless tears and long wait.
She is always there on his grave,
praying countless words, days and decades,
longing for shorter wait and longer meet,
to die without reasons and feel,
with her ageless dream to be with him forever.
