Moon

Wrapped in fog, nothing is visible
The silhouette created by the fog, thinking of you

The kindness that surrounded us
I thought I didn't need it anymore
But we're still circling around each other

Nothing has changed, but walking alone, I get tired
Only the feelings I want to convey to you are swirling around and I can't move

My singing voice won't reach you
On the palm of my closed hand, 'Am I here? Call me'

Gathering the faint light of the moon, deeply hidden in that closed chest

Until my singing voice reaches you
Deeply hidden in this closed chest

Wrapped in fog, nothing is visible
The silhouette created by the fog, thinking of you