Moon flowers

The stars are showing me the way to you.
Under the full Moon, you bloom.
Dancing with the flowers.
Deep in thought, thinking of me, I hope.
Even if this is not the case.
I still have a place to embrace my memories.
Might they be real or not, I will still feel better.
Seeing the flowers will always remind me of you.
Looking at the Moon, I can only see you.
Hair dark as night, clouds are envious of me tonight.
The heart of the Moon is mine.
Maybe it is all in my head.
Maybe you never thought of me.
Maybe you don't even know me.
But in the end, what is love but a waste of time?