I've followed your star
and jumped over clouds
and slept under the moon's light
so you would still be in my view
and sometimes I would not
let the sun's rays reach me
but only let them shine on you
and I wished on shooting comets
that sometimes were lucky and
sometimes not
your trail of light
never seems to end
but sometimes I feel like
I'll never get to my destination
or I wonder if the day would come
when we would soar the clouds together
or follow the satellites in the sky
or run in wet grass with bare feet
but I can see shooting stars
and I can hope and imagine
that these things so far away
will happen