This is where we once lied together,

Holding hands, we were birds of a feather.

Lying in the endless blanket of grass,

Moonlight adorning your smile as nighttime passed.

We point at destiny we see in stars,

Which ones will shoot fast, seeing planets so far,

Though into my heart, your beauty delved,

More ethereal than the nighttime itself,

It was always you I looked at the most,

Instead of the night sky, and my cheeks did roast,

I suppose you’re now a constellation,

I admire with tears, in isolation,

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold,

A place once so magical now hurt to behold.