Memories bedroom

Oh graceful moon, I reminisce
A year has passed, since I came upon this hill
Full of grief, just to gaze at you:
And you were hanging above those woods,
The same as now, brightening all around.
But misty and clouded your countenance
appeared to me, with all those tears
rising on my lashes, so troubled
My life was: and still it is,
Nothing changed, delightful moon.
Anyway I’m glad of the remembrance
And to recall the years of my anguish.
When you’re young and hope still has
A long course, and short is the memory,
It hurts so good to be reminded of the past things
No matter if they’re sad, and you wish the pain to last.