Sitting on the swings I look up to the sky. And though I don't know the names for the stars. I will close my eyes and make a wish. Can you see me shining?
A shooting star drifting across the sky. It makes its way across the night as the whole world passes by. It sees you reach out to it somewhere down below. To that voiceless star quietly watching over you. In the shining blue.
Clouds they clear the way for the constellations who paint reflections of me in their eyes. The wind blows painting the atmosphere with dancing lights of white. To all those who are drowned in the bright city light. To all of those who will miss this beautiful sight. This is my last moment, your final chance.
This, my love, is the last time.
A twinkling star who can only remember when it made a secret wish and blazed across the sky with them. I'll leave a trail that shines but only fades with time. But dry your eyes, because this is not the end.
For us.