Moon Ingles Letras

Being enveloped in fog, I cannot see anything.
The fog creates a silhouette, I think of the moon.

I thought I didn't need empty gentleness again, but
The couple that is on a detour even now

Although nothing has changed now I am tired from walking alone
Flooded by thoughts that I want to convey to you I cannot move

To you who's beyond the reach of singing voice
On my closed palm "Am I here? Call me."

Collecting the misty moonlight, sinking deeply into that closed heart.

Until my singing voice reaches you
I will submerge you into this closed heart

Being enveloped in fog, I cannot see anything.
The fog creates a silhouette, I think of you.