I'm sorry that I'm not honest.
I can say that in my dreams.
My thoughts are about to short-circuit.
I want to see you right now.
It makes me want to cry, this moonlight.
And I can't make a call at midnight.
Because I'm naive, what should I do?
My heart is a kaleidoscope.
Guided by the light of the moon...
...we meet each other again and again.
By counting the constellations' blinking...
...we forecast the outcome of this love.
We were born in the same country.
I believe in it.