[La Corda d’Oro] Cherished Core

How many times have I

asked myself

why I was born into this world and grew up,

why the clouds drift and the sky rains?

In this world, don't expect anything for yourself.

I want to fly among the clouds, but I have no wings.

The distant starlight draws me in,

but reaching those stars is so difficult, even though they are close at hand.

I don't know if I have enough strength to run toward them.

I will wait a little,

then set out,

following hope and dreams.

Don't go out, my star.

Please wait for me.

How much farther must I travel?

How many mountains must I cross to find myself?

How many times will I fall from a cliff,

only to start over from zero? Will any of it mean something?

I will wait a little,

then set out,

following hope and dreams.

Don't go out, my star.

Please wait for me.

This is my first story, mainly written for practice. Updates will be irregular.