Alas, another thing out of reach,
Incapable of grasping the depth of my love,
No matter how fiercely I throw myself toward you
Or brighten up your world,

You will forget—
My constellation,
My place in the sky,
The nights you watched me shoot by

Your beauty made me curse the sun,
Loathing its rise,
For it robs me of the chance to witness the warmth of your presence

But alas, I am only a star.
You look up,
Watching time slip away,
While I hold tightly by your side.

Until I see the sun glisten in your eyes,
And remember
You always loved the sunrise.
Yet you gaze at me,
Wishing for everything your heart desires.

If only you sought what you wished upon,
If only I could shine as brightly as the sun.
Maybe then I would be enough to light your world,

For how could a dying star love you
More than I,
Who would shoot across the sky for you?