The Perseids have fallen down,
And the night covered the sun,
But I’m still going around
Screaming, but there’s no one.
Even the stars are in love with the moon.
With their lights competes nobody.
But years by years, and June by June,
I’m waiting there to be loved by anybody.
Faking smiles yet crying within,
I am still here, but there’s no one.
Maybe my loyalty always has been
Distinctive, but not for everyone.
But to whom should I cry out
To be someone’s shooting star?
For I’ve been too much in this drought,
And I just want to be saved by someone.