I'd grab the silver clouds between your hair,
I know how you used to laugh as they tickled your ears.
You'd pluck the stars from above and decorate my frizzy hair.
I'd breathe in the moonlight, you'd hug me by my chest to feel the warm illumination.

Now, I am still here, sitting between the sheets with black clouds in my hands.
The stars are looking at my frizzy hair that now has countless knots.
And the moonlight? No...
My frozen chest no longer yearns for warmth.