| Wishes |
| A shooting star passes by Crossing the lunar moon as it goes Many small eyes everywhere squeeze tightly And inside each, a small wish is made Most small wishes are insignificant These are meaningless and material The kind of which will not be granted A small few go far deeper The night of the shooting star A young girl made a deeper wish She wished for the sadness to go and love to come That night, as she dreamed, a smile came to her face Wishes can come true The girl died that night Her burden left her, the clouds loved her Her childhood kindness was rewarded |
