Death of a Star
We dream, as a vast galaxy there is.
We, as a light of our own, become each sun's of a planet,
for shall we brighten what we believe of what was ours.
I once wondered,
Looking beyond the surface, gazing to where those little lights lead to, for whom they brighten their own.
We became a phenomena, a tragic ballad echoing in an abandoned stage.
A lonely star, dimmer than what they are from yesterday,
But it seems, those who had planets kept being their light.
How I wished, I could be a light of your own
And it seems, as how much I tried, I'm dimmer from who I was yesterday.
A dream, of course it's only a dream.
How I wished, this could have been true.