Tonight, the moon shines on, but where?
In the thickly-clouded sky
Tonight, Who embraces you?
Are you alone, about to cry in the rain?
If you're ashamed at yourself for thinking,
that you have anticipated that you share everything
Then take authority into your own hands,
Get on your roof, and show your worry for this world,
You got yourself when you spat into the sky
Though you want to pretend to be a traveler,
You hate stray roads and detours.
So, braving the storm, under your roof,
Google Search is how you see the world,
You never get words of love.
Tonight, the moon shines on, but where?
In the thickly-clouded sky
Tonight, Who embraces you?
Are you alone, about to cry in the rain?
The bragging and vain things you clung to,
Showed their faces in your love life,
And even grasping your separated hand
Was made very hard to do
Even though I knew we can't meet
Tonight, if the moon is out of sight,
Then we'll eagerly wait for the clouds to break
Tonight, I wonder if you see the moon in the sky
that you look at.
If I am, I'm okay with wilderness;
I want to see perfect light
If you find yourself,
Your true identity disagreeable.
You lied about it's insignificance,
Bore a face that seemed to know it all,
Hid that you that couldn't do anything,
And lost the truth.
If you can see invisible things,
It's okay to have your eyes shut.
Even if you're not here,
Tonight, even if you can't see the moon
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