Drunk on life and lost in dreams amid the darkness, only to wake and find it was all an empty dream.
There are too many things in this world that we have to accept. Perhaps they catch us off guard; perhaps they leave us flustered and helpless.
Who taught us to stop being willful, to hold back our grief and accept the path fate has laid out?
Have you learned how to live?
Have you learned to be strong?
On stuffy or gloomy days, through those dark nights and all that rain,
the night will eventually end at dawn, and the rain will eventually dry beneath the sun.
They say everyone has their own star path, and there are so many paths, thousands upon thousands, like strands of thread.
So which one is the right path?
So which one will eventually lead to you?
Look, at the stars in the sky.
You are the unknown constant in my star path.
I know there is no way to avoid being hurt in this world,
but I can choose who gets to hurt me.
I can choose to draw you into my star path. Perhaps tomorrow will be sunny; perhaps it will be cloudy.
So what?
This world is no factory for granting wishes.
But you are where my wish comes to rest.
