Each day, like a promise,
I waited by the window,
Among a thousand stars,
I waited for a shooting star.

Each day, like breath,
I whispered my wishes
Under the starlit sky—
Careful not to make a fault.

Each night came with stars,
Young ones and old,
Shining with their charm,
But none to grant my wish.

Then one day it came—
A dashing fire across the sky,
Breathing its last breath.

And I wished,
"May you reach home safe."