I know the feeling of loss
When you lose the one you really want
I've lost you too many times
I realise that it will stay to haunt

All of it does not matter to the night
The stars still descend into the sky
Even if this love is wrong or right
The moon will still hang high

No matter where the tides rush in
My love will always remain
I know the distance it takes now
I will be home in your arms somehow

- philoism