I was just a molten rock,
But you started calling me a shooting star.
You folded your hands before me and wished I could be yours,
And when you did, I rejoiced.
I wished at the same time
That your wishes could come true.
But then you and I - both know the fact.
That this wish of ours is only a fairy tale.
As days piled to years and time passed by,
I no more heard you make those wishes.
For now I see a flower dancing by your side
And it looks so perfect.
But I kept watching you and wishing the same wish,
That your wishes would come true.
Even if it weren't me this time,
I still want your wishes to come true.
"Thankyou for believing in this molten rock once upon a time. Because you believed in it, she thinks she is a real shooting star."
