Why does my sky hang with wet tears? Why is its face always gray? Drifting on the other side of the world Allowing loneliness to ravage, over and over The sky draws out lengthy longing Does your sky have memory-laced clouds? Does it have a cold moon? Left on the other side of the world Allowing loneliness to consume, night after night The sky harbours deep longing When will our sky finally merge into one? When will it be joined? Waiting at separate sides of the world Allowing loneliness to mock, year after year The sky is stacked with longing I hope the sky will no longer be masked with wet tears I hope it will no longer be colored gray