the voice of a distant star.
you seemed like another distant star, sparkles in the sky. faraway from me.
you seemed like another distant star, but you're not just another star. i'd like to call you my distant star, but, according to all the circumstances, you're not mine. you're not anyone's. and because you are not mine therefore i have no rights to say any thing about you, though i always want to do that.
you are a distant star. you've grew faraway from me, and like all the stars in this galaxy,each time you move you drift further away. one time you grew close to the earth, close enough for me to see you, to see you shine. I was at low point, when you came, and I don't unde
rstand why i ran to you, longing for your company. I guessed stars are the best for those things, after all. When you shone it kept me warm, although it didn't last for long. I'm always luckless and hit the stone, accidentally.
at first i really did enjoy the company- though it was me who always try to look up to the sky and finding where you are. At first that didn't bother me.
But then it is a problem because i don't want to be the one who always try, who always giving time. I don't want to be the only one to do the talks. this star is nice and i always love it, but i grew tired of chasing this star because this star come and go. Most of the time it go.
you seemed like another distant star, but you're not just another star. i'd like to call you my distant star, but, according to all the circumstances, you're not mine. you're not anyone's. and because you are not mine therefore i have no rights to say any thing about you, though i always want to do that.
you are a distant star. you've grew faraway from me, and like all the stars in this galaxy,each time you move you drift further away. one time you grew close to the earth, close enough for me to see you, to see you shine. I was at low point, when you came, and I don't unde
rstand why i ran to you, longing for your company. I guessed stars are the best for those things, after all. When you shone it kept me warm, although it didn't last for long. I'm always luckless and hit the stone, accidentally.
at first i really did enjoy the company- though it was me who always try to look up to the sky and finding where you are. At first that didn't bother me.
But then it is a problem because i don't want to be the one who always try, who always giving time. I don't want to be the only one to do the talks. this star is nice and i always love it, but i grew tired of chasing this star because this star come and go. Most of the time it go.
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