Stars are the little dots,
On a late evening sky,
They have their own little world,
In which they dance, party, and fly.
In that little world of theirs,
They come out every night,
With their little lanterns in their hands,
Shining ever so bright.
They come out for their little dance,
To celebrate their life,
Celebrate with their family,
Daughter, son, and wife.
When that dance is over,
They disappear and die,
And that is the end of their life,
But tomorrow a new one will come by.
And that is the way they live,
Forever and ever on,
All they do is celebrate,
Until it will be dawn.