Lost In Imagination

The moon is visible but intangible,

driving my focus toward it all the time.

It becomes the most elegant object for me,

forcing me to overthink at bedtime.

When someone orbits around it,

this makes my heart fall.

I want to join with Luna,

like condensation formed by Aldol.

If I try hard, I will acquire it,

also desiring to possess it.

As a devil cannot possess a fairy,

therefore the chance is less than a bit.

A lot of people share the same feelings,

but they don’t have the same intentions.

I have to prove my attachment,

but I am still lost in imagination.