Far away he goes...
String is about to rot.
Once he said he'll love her
Until her heart turns cold.
The moon still looks upon them,
Where they have lost their hopes.
Love stories feel so warm
But reality is sore.
The wicked fairy of the summer night
Waits for his calls;
It wasn't her first time
To be thrown all alone.
Those promising words when they were close,
Make her fall asleep while the eyes are soaked;
She regrets for running back to him
When she was left alone;
All now that is seen is ignorance
When her heart is still warm.
Her spells went in vein
To keep her love last long.
[Dedicated to : The Dead Moth]