Oh, beautiful moon, why do you tease me?
With fantasy, I know is not real.
Darkness always has another plan for me,
where light can never celebrate.
I dare not chase away the loneliness,
for the night will expose my weakness.
I have no prayer to use,
don’t lie and tell me there’s fate.
Go…just go, and leave me,
drift away into tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes when it’s over,
and see if the sun still cares.
Don’t ever give up, keep on moving forward. Even the smallest trickle of water can carve the hardest of stone. Not because it has all the power and control to do so, no, it’s because of its perseverance. – Ash