Under the dark sky, I dream.
I dream of dreams that I hope could come true.
I am waiting and waiting for the day,
Where my dreams turn into a reality.
Under the starry sky, I seek.
I seek a shooting star that never falls.
Even though my attempts may be in vain.
I still wait to seek a star, to heal my pain.
Under the moonlit sky, I lay.
I lay on the grassy field, enjoying the breeze.
I wish one day I could be free.
As free as the evening breeze, blowing against me.
Under the evening sky I wonder.
I wonder who am I in this little world?
I may be insignificant in many ways.
But I still have dreams and hopes,
That I wish could come true.
Now, will it?
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