• c_hongchui 6w

    Chasing Moonlight

    Chasing moonlight

    On the longest of nights,
    I crawl all alone with a stiff string guitar.
    Every tune makes me feel naked,
    And all chords soak my crying spell.
    Pray! A vain hope; I chase the moon,
    The side of the moon that is not cold.

    Lo! Silver drinks and nights,
    I dance to the beat of a rythmless love song.
    Whirling myself in an eddies of fallen leaves,
    I cried a millisecond too long.
    Pray! A futile hope; I chase the moon,
    The side of the moon that is not dark.

    Shards of glass flowing out of my eyes,
    I search my soul for an answer,
    The last of the ones.


    Alas! A barren hope; I chase the moon,
    The side of the moon that are not cold and dark.