While I am walking on the ground, the moon seems like moving on the sky. It seems like only left a gap of building in between both of us, but I could never ever to reach her.
I swing my hands to the moon, the moon hided behind the building.
The moon moves in the sky, and I walk on the earth. Though it seems we are merely separated by the buildings, I can never hold it. I wave at the moon, but it hides behind the buildings.
