How i wish we were like Ying and Yang
Forever together
Inseparable
Keeping each other balanced
Keeping each other company

But instead, we became Sun and Moon
Parallel
Keeping the balance
But shinning at our own different times and keeping different company
I the clouds, you the stars

Darling, it hurts like the very heavens were we reside

And now my sun is going down
I'm afraid I've hung in the sky for
long enough, waiting for your moon
But i couldn't find it in either clear blue sky, or dark grey clouds
I could wait till evening but there's no guarantee that you'll come, so farewell love
But if you do make it, i hope your patience and faith is stronger than mine, and that you'll wait for me till morning.
I'll come.

P.S