Sources: Mr. Google
She was like the moon, part of her was always hidden.
You lost the moon while counting the stars.
And if you are ever feeling lonely, just look at the moon.
someone, somewhere is looking right at it too.
Tell me the story of how the sun loved the moon so much,
he died every night to let her breath.
I love you to the moon and back.
And you were just like the moon, so lonely, so full of imperfections,
but just like the moon, you shined in times of darkness.