Moon and me

"The moon, Juan, to eat moon cake ah!" "And you?" "I have eaten." Oh, eat, and the class is only made for one of two ... ... the season, so sweet ah!
Moon said, you must be under the tree waiting for me ah! Or I'll hate you forever! May be a kind of inertia, we finally could not remain in place. Injury to the moon we should be able to fill a sea of ​​it! But when we realized that the time may be too late, perhaps, as I told the moon that night when I'm sorry, # # Moon said when I no longer care about the "lost treasure before." But we have not completely lost, after all, is not it? So we started remedy.
Perhaps because of concern over the moon for too long without it, only that the moon has changed a lot. She said, "you help me to oranges that class, and I do not want the teacher to see me to buy things." However, when I mentioned the bag of the hands. Back from the commissary, I said, after you buy things in the right home, they're very nice, I bought boxes they did not collect the money. Moon said, do not have to send me! Do not look back, not slowly and disappeared in the corridor. Really, there is no concern over the moon for too long, and finally took note of the feelings of being ignored, but, so heartbreaking. Afternoon, go home, the moon and what not to buy a friend as well, and Juan and I have something important to do rush rush rush to the Government, the moon said, you do not stop, go first! She always see through our hearts, can, why my heart feel good bitter? Again, turn around, do not look back.
Corridor, the moon stood there, this is our promise. Juan has not been to. Moon said, you do not wait for me later. A few simple words but my heart tells the moon grievances and bitterness. Not the future we should not wait for her, but we hurt her too much, so she decided to leave us, the heart, it hurts. We are all feeling so heavy, so all their friends as the person lives, but we, but personally destroyed all our lives! Her homeroom teacher, came downstairs, called out, "the moon, to go back." Very warm, very caring. Oh, her class teacher, ah, her class teacher, and now can only say that she, her homeroom teacher was. The lamp, and I walked alone in the dark corridor filled with step by step, moving down ... ... I'm not afraid of the black do ... ... that season, cold ... ...
Perhaps the friendship between us will be the same as the flowers opened, even if not perfect, but in the end will leave a fragrant smell, proving that it was so real, brilliantly existed!