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Shitting tears is useless,
But its reason is indeed doubtless.
Tears and tears, I'm hopeless.
I guess the moon is indeed gone and will never comeback anymore,
I'm homeless.

This is not a farewell,
Is it really not?
Is the dandelions really not growing anymore?
Is it the time to let it fade and plant another?

But how can I even let the sun rise?
When the rain keeps on pouring sorrow.
How can I even let the rain fade
When it took all my strength to fight until tomorrow?

It's getting cold or maybe it's just emptiness.
Emptiness that will never be filled anymore.
Just like how the dandelions never had the sufficient care.
I hope I had known it before it fade away.

I will wait until the moon shines on its brightliest again.
I will wait until the stars dances through it again.
Until the dandelions were alive again,
Until the rain stops pouring pain.

Rest well up there Moonbin =)