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?