What will a dark night remind you of?
A night sky with no stars, moon, or clouds?
Will it still be the sky you always admire?
There comes a thought: Am I an admirer of the sky, the stars, or the moon?
But without the sky there is none.
Neither the stars nor the moon
So with all the audacity, let me ask you: will you still love the blank sky?
With all the hope in the world, let me ask you, looking deeply and straight into your eyes, will you still love me?
A girl without her charm, without hope
a cowardly little one who is now scared to open up her wings and dream to fly.
One who was once so happy and dreamt of flying high with wind in her hair
Will you still look at me the same way you once looked at me?
Like the wolf howls at the moon in all its phases
Will you still hold my hand like always and love me in my darkest hour?

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