"O moon!
What kind of habit do you have?
sometimes from the window
Sometimes from behind the clouds___
Sometimes I took cover under the trees.
Why do you come?
behind me
Why do you come with me without invitation?
you are nocturnal
I day and night
traveler on both roads
you rise and fall
dividing into two sides
Tide whenever I feel like it
you are the source of the tide
my mind is like a horse
you don't become my mind
Oh moon!
Why do you come with me without invitation?
#My life is like a nomad
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