Tell me, why do I think about you? Why do I feel you? Why do I dream about you?
Tell me, Your ship has left, hasn't it?
Tell me that your sky has not gotten dark.Tell me that love is as a flower that is always fresh.Tell me and then if our paths are distant.
Then, it is not our destiny.What is it? How is it? When can I see you again?
The Sun and the Moon.
The Sun and the Moon.
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