MEMORY: The Moon, the Sun, and the Cloud (Part 2)
It’s love that makes the sun rise
And the moon gaze from a distance
It’s love that makes trees grow
The flowers bloom
The tides fall in the morning
And waves crash in the afternoon
When the Sun fell in love
The Earth came to know the day
When the Moon fell in love
It came to know the night
To which came the cost
Of them being torn apart
But no matter how far
No matter how long
The Sun will be waiting
The Moon will be waiting
Until the two of them
Are ready to meet again.
I was smiling as I felt the tiny bulge in my pocket. “We nailed it!” exclaimed Yana right after the curtain closed before us. I didn’t expect the play would run smoothly, when all I did was to have fun, and be myself. Extra hours of rehearsing after school had paid off, and before I knew it, the cast and the backstage staff were bowing down, hands held together on the stage.