Why must my bleeding soul cry and shatter,
As it witnesses how my hope fall and wither
On a blue world where stars collide and break?

Light so bright yet beyond arm's reaches,
And the dead moon cannot hear one's wishes.
Why must my bleeding soul cry and shatter?

My sorrow was fated to last forever,
And my heart collapses into shards of hurt,
As it witnesses how my hope fall and wither.

A question haunts my head like my shadow:
"What deed have I done to deserve to live
On a blue world where stars collide and break?"