The moon, far from your reach,
Night sky in front of your eyes,
Thoughts not to be taught,
secrets told to cry...
...Tears in past memories,
Not to be told,
Heart in a sorrow melody,
Voices that seem cold...
...Why do these thoughts come back to me?
Where is this coming from?
Why must I go through this misery?
Where are you coming in...where can you be?..
...Why dont you come back to me,
Help me paint the sky in stars,
Help me feel free and help me see,
That the darkness in my eyes is not insincerity