Cry for the moon

Will the dream remains a dream?

From the dream remains a dream, what a beautiful and seem?

If I received a hand a month, moonlight or the light will warm the heart of me?

The wound healed without the grief, tears are still traces of glacier carved as.

Look up at the night sky and see all alone, seems to have falling between stars and the moon.

The distance between reality and dreams will have much?

Dream come true but, should I wonder how much throw away the desire?

Cheeks looked up at the sky, the wind will blow gently.

The wind, the tears flow knowing, gently wipe us away.

When the wind erase the tears, whispering quietly to the heart.

Some people have the same grief.

Similarly, some people that seems to have crashed into the night sky.

Should you put in the heart of it is.

In one mind, even reached the dream, If you could meet one's mind, the distance to the dream, which to avoid damaging the heart.

Should you put in the heart of it is.

But feel unable to do anything now, would always meet in the near future.

One person to share their hearts, come a time when the two become one in mind.

Even the dream remains a dream, dwelling in the heart forces determined to keep a dream.

Should you put in the heart of it is.

The wind whispers like that has continued.

The eyes mist over with tears, the moon looked a little close.

So, I will be the shout.

I'm here.

To get noticed, I have here.

Brushing mind wipe away tears, so you do realize that you always keep shouting that I was not here.

Deprived of the feathers in the wings, as the moon in the night sky hunting.

Deprived of the feathers in the wings, to fly the skies.

Across the night sky, like a sunny walk through the street.

I will keep shouting.

I will keep shouting at "The road shined on".

I'm always here.