Lying here,
looking at the stars,
falling, twinkling above,
I wonder,
are you looking at the same sky?
I regret what I did,
I never meant to hurt you,
never meant to make you cry.
And I’m sorry that I can’t apologize,
but I want to so badly.
So I’ll whisper it in the wind,
and hope that it reaches you.
And whenever I look up at the sky,
I know that you’ll be looking there too…