The sky is clear and i can see the moon,
just like your eyes it shines even in the darkness.
I try to count all the stars but they are to few,
to few to match your star-like eyes that makes me feel loved.
I dont know what to do when the sky get filled with clouds,
but i try to think of your beutiful, soft lips.
Those lips that makes me feel like im living,
those lips you cant buy for whatever money you have.