The Sky is Filled with the Shimmering Stars and the Moon that Shines Brightly,

Standing at the edge of the lake, I gaze at the brilliance of a luminous object floating in the night sky.

Its allure begins to captivate a mute man such as myself with every glance, touching my soul, lulling my heart with an unspoken magic. In its presence, I feel beckoned to reflect, to dream, and to contemplate my heart, while also becoming a balm amidst the tumult of the past.

It Has Always Remained a Faithful Companion in Solitude,

With its tranquil presence, I feel at ease to be myself without the fear of judgment or condemnation. A smile spreads across my face as beautiful moments align with the moon's light, which touches my thoughts.

Every passing moment shared feels so precious, becoming part of a beauty that soothes.

The breeze caresses my face, making me reflect on how valuable it is to have a presence that can silently bear witness to every heartbeat.

The bond we share is not merely about optical companionship, but about an irreplaceable intimacy.

Smiling while sharing every moment that forms an unforgettable story.

I am grateful for such a consistent presence in my life. The tranquil silence of the night envelops me, bringing peace and happiness, as I reflect on how fortunate I am to have a presence that is always there, always understanding without many words.

In this peaceful feeling, I know that no matter what happens, I will never be alone. For in a world full of uncertainties, I have a presence that remains steadfast in its companionship.

However,

I Find Myself More Enamored with Its Reflection on the Water’s Surface—

A reflection I only noticed in the stillness, its glow seemingly urging me to believe. Its shimmer beckons me to cease my inertia, teaching me how to be brave, helping me walk while erasing the dark thoughts of finality, and only it can make me regain faith in something I once doubted would ever return to me.

Fixated upon its reflection,

I discover what I had never discovered before, acknowledging what I had never acknowledged, feeling what I had never felt, learning what I had never learned, and giving me faith in something I had always doubted.

Stepping closer, I attempt to touch it, but only find droplets of water, and the small waves I create have disrupted the beauty reflected upon its surface.

Realizing that I can only gaze upon it without possessing it, I allow myself to accept the reality, slowly retreating, forming a safeguard that I may always appreciate its beauty, even if it is not in my grasp.

Looking back at the moon's brilliance, I speak to what holds my heart, how truly beautiful the feeling entrusted to me was, returning after its near extinction.

How I have finally found the courage to send forth prayers I no longer recall when I last sent them into the sky. And I leave a message to its reflection,

You Are the Most Exquisite Manifestation of God's Creation, a Memory I Shall Forever Cherish—

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