Under the Moonlight

The night is deep,
the sky is bright
with the twinkles of the stary light.
The soft breeze has whispered into my ears;
what?
They say they have a message,
Message from a far, far away,
where the jasmines are blooming,
where the cherries are falling,
and where the wind chimes are singing.
If the message is from where I thought,
please the gentle breeze,
I am greatful,
but I don't need a thought,
'Cause it's too late now.
Too late to relive the past.
Too late to mend the wounds.
Too late to undone what has done.

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