Like the night, our love has come to an end.
Like the sun, loneliness has become my light.
Like the stars, my heart is scattered in fragments.
Like the clouds, my mind is foggy and misted.

I dance when no one is watching.
I dance because there’s no one looking.
I smile to all—and to no one.
I cry, because there’s no one.

You were my everything,
The only reason I was seen.
With you, I was the worthiest piece.
Now, I’m the loneliest piece in the galleria.