Still leaning on sleepless nights and looking at the stars in the sky
I still hear the violin weeping and teasing again and again
Why is there only a crescent moon left in my sky?
There will be no audio from this night on
Human beings are like the bright moon in the sky and cannot be owned
Love is like a song, only what remains is irretrievable and we say goodbye again
Why is it just disappointment that fills my emptiness?
No kiss goodbye this night
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