Every time I look at the sky There is a story, in my head It has you and me It has all our meets and departs It has all the bareness and despairs So every time I look at the sky I see you, in different forms I converse, not in language, in emotions And every time I look away I take along my story, you take yours In the hope of seeing each other again All meetings are pretty much the same Except some happen solely inside the head Yet give me strength to live, as if so real.