I miss you like the sun misses the moon
This love is tedious doom

How long has the moon gone without warmth and light?
But surely, they see each other, distantly, by sight?

The Moon cries with me when darkness falls, her tears fall from the sky.
We share the pain, of such a love, that is truly a lie.

The Sun feels warmth and light,
Always.
And you feel happy, as if, in flight,
Always.