You always tell me I'm unlucky. Under a star that brings nothing but loss. Under a star of unknown age, gender, and place. The people I cherish always leave first. Under a star with no place to call home. Sleeping, unable to go anywhere. Under a lonely star. I'm watching a fairy tale. Before I knew it, I found myself on a stage beneath a sky full of stars. And there, I sing to you. A song of love born from the stars, still unseen by anyone, dazzling and too fleeting.
