Fly me to the moon

Finally ,
finally have some time for myself, setting in front of my desk n listening to Julie London.
Her 'Fly me to the Moon' seems happier than Eva's, yet that's her sorrow.
This is a brand new experience to me, I use to believe ' this is the happy ending', then come to realize this is the start only.
How sad is that?
I don no, but I think it's like took away baby girl's Teddy Bear or favorite chocolate candy..a sudden desperate, silly and naive.
Love is blind, and desperate.
So are we happy now?
Or we faked it.. this happy start.