G.E.M. THE SKY

Losing you, I’ve forgotten how the sky used to be blue
Unable to find you, that’s why I hid my eyes under my hood
But if you could not hear me anymore, why bother?
Who would want to wander?
But if you’re not there, where would be my destination?

My last string of hope is if you and I were to meet again
In that parallel universe
Maybe we could rewrite our story

If you and I were to meet again
Could we rewrite our story once again?