Under the Moon

I thought about it,
What should I do now.
A day after another
Rushed past us.

I thought about it,
Whether it was the right thing.
I did not know
Whether you would reciprocate my feelings.

On the last night the moon was
In sickle shape and orange-red.
This was the last evening,
Where I could tell you.

We told us,
Walked side by side.
We told our sorrow
and went hand in hand.

Under the red moon,
There we were.
Went through the dark fields
And pass the windmills.

We saw a shooting star,
Our first in our lives.
From the red Moon, it was sent
And flew past us.

So much happiness in one night,
Will it last forever?
I hope the moon is with us
And let our love never end.