The sun has the moon, the stars have each other and
The night looks toward the days, the east looks towards west.
What kind of sorrow, what pain is this?
That each day I long for you and loving you no less
I asked myself is this what love should be?
If each heart has a half, each soul has a mate.
Then why distance not a friend, time not move in haste?
For each moment without you seems like eternity.
What I'm trying to say is not easy to explain.
Each day that we are apart, the sky is not blue and
The winds blow colder and colder my way,
Until the day and that I'm finally close to you.
