On The Day When Never Comes
So do we make it work?
Did the stars that we wished upon bless us?
Or did it burn up like a shooting star?
Or did we count them wrong?
Did we measure the width of the sky?
Is it wide enought to hold our dreams?
Mine and yours, together.
Well even if it didn't
Then let's meet again
On the day when
The sun is cold and the moon spreads warmth
And this time we'll count the stars right
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