i hate being okay
because okay is not happy
but okay is not bad enough for anyone to care

they told me to pour my heart into everything i do
so that's what i did
i poured and poured and poured,
now they ask me why i'm so empty
when i was just doing what i was told.

Once I saw you I knew
I had to ask
"Will you catch the breath
You stole from me?"

Moon in the east
Sun in the west
makes me want to sleep,
a chest onto rest.

it's illogical that in the -
morning you'll see my Moon,
and later on you'll see my Sun
one that gives me light, one that gives
my everything shine.

oh heavenly beauty
of my Moon and my Sun
'tis the look of what
make my heart run

oh weirdly meeting
of my Moon and my Sun -
it is beautifully shocking
made me love more, these two,
of my Moon and my Sun.

oh, a rendezvous, cool -
of my Moon and my Sun
made me more than a fool,
made my heart break more
of my Moon and my Sun.

why thou ?
i'll tell you two, the Moon and the Sun

the Moon,
my Moon -
whom i love
but doesn't love me back

and the Sun
my Sun -
whom i love
that doesn't love me back

and with that
the meeting of my Moon and my Sun
made me hurt more
knowing that i have two beauties whom i love
that doesn't love me back.