We met eyes in the park, and you saw my sadness.
You consoled me by tying a balloon on my wrist.
You made me forget that in my head was a mess,
And you diluted my routine, made my life blissed.

We're often together, and I felt never before
So airily and inspired, as if I would soar.
That balloon lifted me above the ground,
Binding tighter and tighter around my arm.

Time passed, and ribbon rose higher and higher
And our love, became tough and rough for us.
Then ribbon tied my neck, reflecting how dire
Your nature is, and that kindness is just a disguise.

When I became able to go on with my life,
Cut the ribbon and started heal leftover scar,
Saw you tying balloon on girl's wrist, saw your sight,
Realized that I cry, 'cause my mind by you marred.

Mother? 

Yes, dear? 

What’s that gray thing in the wandering sky? 

Oh, well that’s the moon 

And it isn’t lost, it knows its proper place 

It stays up there till nighttime ends 

And daylight begins 

Then once daylight has had its turn 

It comes out to shine its pretty moonbeams again

Oh, they bite, bite, bite 

All day and all over i see them chewing 

On the wood that gives them such delight 

Oh, how I wish they'd go away 

Those terrible troublesome pests 

My, do they make quite a mess 

But still, they stubbornly stay 

And wreak their havoc the whole entire day

Crescent Moon

When you smile,
The light in the room does not grow brighter.
Beyond the window,
The sky does not change, either.

Only before my eyes,
A streak of light appears.

In your eyes,
There is a moon only I can see.
A moon that hides behind no clouds,
That does not strive to shine—
Such a moon.

Not quite full,
Yet missing nothing.
Not close enough
To be reached,
Yet there it is—
A slender crescent moon.

Wherever that moon may be,
So long as its reflection
Can be recognized
Upon the water,
My restless heart
Finds stillness.

When your thoughts and mine
Fall into step,
My moon would become full…
But yours remains
The same old crescent moon.

When life demands
That we leave at different stops,
Even if you dissolve
Into a distant path,
I will not pull you back
Toward me.

Instead, I will look up
At the night sky
And ask the moon
Just one thing:

Is he still smiling
The way he always did?

Years from now,
If we meet again
And you smile,
I will not search your face
For the years gone by.
I will not wait for memories
Long vanished
To return through your words.

Instead,
I will let a few tears fall,
Hiding them playfully
As though they were nothing.
I will remember
Our foolish younger days
And quietly watch
The boy who has grown
Into a calmer man.

After finding once more
The moon only I could see,
I will tell you,

I have missed you so much.

And then,
You will laugh again—
With that very same smile.