Lyric

In the north-facing drawer

A single packing in a bag

In another room, a half-drunk wine

I tried to get tipsy, but I’m alone

On the day the starry village waits

They say you’ll see a thousand dreams

A song only the broken know

A sorrowful farewell of love

Extra pudding with a touch of vanilla

Sweet was the time I spent with you

A photo of the blue moon on the shelf

The moon you loved so much

Snow falls in the village that waits

I ask the distant wind the reason

The folds only the pitiful know

To stroke them, to make them cry

Don’t look down, I mustn’t

Follow the compass of my heart

The graveyard of desires

I left some behind, now I seek them

On the day the starry village waits

They say you’ll see a thousand dreams

The dreams of the fragile

Pierced with love and jealousy

On the day the starry village waits

They say you’ll see a thousand dreams

A song only the broken know

Soaked in cold tears