I look up;
The Moon smiles at me.
I reach out,
Trying to reach the Moon.
Oh, so far.
If I can't, what do I do?
I ask the wind,
The wind blows it afar.
I call for it,
I yell for the Moon.
It doesn't reply
As if it doesn't care for me.
Though, I still
Ask the Moon to keep this vow:
That it'll be mine
In the next life.
I cry,
I laugh all by myself.
Though, it hurts,
For I haven't gotten what I want.
Come down, Moon.
Take the vow with you, too.
This one time,
To get the pain out of my heart.
It's night out, now.
Oh, Moon, I lay in bed watching you.
It's night, but bright;
Blanketing me with your light.
I'm lucky that I'm close to you.
And I can speak with you and your words.
Author notes
One of my favorite Cambodian songs by Houy Meas. Have a listen.
--I've also felt this way before.
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