The moon is the only one that knows about me,
walking late after dark around the street,
Living in a fake fantasy,
Interrogating about reality,
I look at the moon to comfort me.
But she just ignores me,
She doesn’t care about me,
Living in a lonely reality,
I think I might be going crazy.
My life is getting infested by negative energy,
Awarding all of my problematic living.
The moon doesn’t consider; she does not have hostility.
Illuminating the world with her white sincerity,
White, being one of the purest colors,
Sadly it can get cloudy,
Which can cause an apocalyptic crisis for eternity
The eternity, which is technically forever,
Not worshipping or idolizing but she’s watching over me,
Like a fantastically caring mother.
