Ah! this riddle of loving you troubles me at nights
This huge reality that fills my universe
suddenly turns to nothing
Me, Like the flow of water
Like the end of the night
Like the stare of a tired (one)
I am tired
Like the flow of water from you
Like the stare of a tired (one)
Maybe one night we will shed tears looking at the same star
Maybe one day we will age in the autumn of a distant city
It seems the world keeps turning by my side but for others
As I recount my misunderstandings (they) deflate one by one
Maybe one night we will shed tears looking at the same star
Maybe one day we will age in the autumn of a distant city
we will shed tears looking at the same star..