As I started to walk endlessly from you in the moonlight, I understood: I was never good at goodbyes. I could feel something under my bones, Just hurting to take a last look. I had an intense desire to see if you were still there. After I voluntarily uncovered my injured soul to you, Bitter at such an early stage, To see a bandaged innocent soul. So I looked behind me. I concluded why I looked into your eyes : Your dark eyes were so mysterious, So gentle and inviting that my heart melted. I was trying to look deep … Continue reading The silence of moonlight.