When your sky doesn’t meet mine,
When your sunrise doesn’t meet my twilight,
The whole thing sweeps, the whole thing changes,
Out my window when I look at the moon
Hoping that you could look at the moon too.
But it turns out to be the tale of two different skies –
Yes, the tale of two different skies.
Now, seldom I look at the sun and the moon or make a wish on stars
For, these days your sky doesn’t meet mine.