I stand outside every night and look up at the moon, thinking of you. Wondering if you might happen to cast a glace upwards. Wondering if by some chance you might be thinking about me. Wondering if somehow you can feel me.
As I look at the moon I think of you sleeping, and I wish I was there with you.
I feel close to you when I’m looking at the moon.
I’ll always love the moon, whether it’s shining or not.