Call me delusional
But when I see the bus\'s round light\'s reflection in the window
I imagine I see the moon
I wonder if she who is away sees the same moon too
Circular like how both of us make a whole
Yet today is the same bus but different
The moon I see is real
She follows me wherever I go
You think I am just looking at the cars outside the window
However, I can see your reflection in the mirror
The way you turned around to see what I am doing