The bright sky becomes a calm
Night with a skirt of stars,
Lock the door, turn off the lights,
Turn your back on the noisy world,
Lying on the bed, a plain face with narrowed eyebrows,
Counting twinkling stars and reminiscing,
The moon breeze flows through the window
As the translucent curtains dances along the rhythmic wind,
The sweetness in the smile and
The saltiness in the tears,
What memory is this that has brought
You back from the past?
The night cereus blooms under the full moon,
Its aroma fills the room with delight,
Making me remember when we met that evening,
With the breeze in our ears and the moon in our eyes,
That nostalgic feeling is hard to resist.
Love is a romantic affair, a glimpse
In the unpredictable year,
You're the cheerful arrival and
Unhappy departure of my thoughts,
What to do with this memory that has recollected itself to me?
Love is boundless, a fascinating suspense,
Just like a flower that blooms from
An opposing energy, we were pricked by it,
But reminded by the scenery of the moon breeze,
Love is either fate or calamity,
And so it is, the sweetness in the smile
And the saltiness in the tears....
--Cha Y., Adult