Death of a Star

We dream, as a vast galaxy there is.

We, as a light of our own, become each sun's of a planet,

for shall we brighten what we believe of what was ours.

I once wondered,

Looking beyond the surface, gazing to where those little lights lead to, for whom they brighten their own.

We became a phenomena, a tragic ballad echoing in an abandoned stage.

A lonely star, dimmer than what they are from yesterday,

But it seems, those who had planets kept being their light.

How I wished, I could be a light of your own

And it seems, as how much I tried, I'm dimmer from who I was yesterday.

A dream, of course it's only a dream.

How I wished, this could have been true.