How lucky are the stars, who live amongst the moon, and are still allowed to shine. They listen to the pouring oceans of poetry for another who sit under different stars with bittersweet tales of their heart..
How lucky is the moon, Who follows you and them, as if you are one again — every night by heart at least.... If I dare say.
I hope one day, you laugh under the stars with them and tell the moon about your adventures ...
(With whoever is that you thought of)