Said we sleep under the same moon,
Reach our hands up to the same star,
But our distance was always clear to see.
Back then,
Back to when you still loved me,
Missing you was a kind of happiness.
Because when I missed those strong arms of yours,
Your familiar touch and scent,
I got to tell you when those feelings surged towards me.
Yet now everything has changed,
Missing you is a kind of pain,
Because I will never get to tell you that I miss you ever again.
