The moon shines so beautifully in her misery
Grace the world with thousand ribbons of silver rays.
There was a young man,
A pleasure slumber seeker
Eyes bares love and faith
The hands grip the dreams and expectations
Steppin definitely in spirit
To the unknown life ahead
Forty years have passed
Two young men sit together
One with gray hair and wrinkled face
Other, a fresh and naive young soul
A bond of flesh and blood
Talking about life and living
And the moon..? A loyal companion in solitude
For the happiness of every soul, she craves.