I remember how I look up the sky,
waiting for the stars to fall.
Imagining that you'll gonna be in it,
in the twinkles beside the moon so bright.
Every blink and every shutter leads to just one photograph,
developing gradually in the dim of the night.
And then lights were all too deep, a chasm of paradise over
the eyes too keen.
And finally from the moment of great desperation, I saw you...
Stars after stars, connecting the blinking lights.
There had occurred a seemingly impossibility,
But this wonder leads me to thinking,
that forever...
Your face will be my constellation.
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