Shooting star, please grant me my wish. I wish to see him, here in this place, under the starry sky.
I want to feel his arms around me. And hear him saying that everything's fine and that he loves me.
I've never wished anything so hard. If he was here, he would say that believing that wishes come true is stupid. But he would smile that amazing smile that makes my knees go weak.
I want him here, to be with me, walk with me, and laugh with me.
I'm living my life in loneliness.
He's not here, so I can't protect him.
Shooting star. If you can't bring him here, at least bring me to him. Or let me know if he's still alive.
I don't want to be alone anymore.
I'm tired of dreaming about him every night, and then waking up alone in my bed while crying and shaking.
Shooting star, can I die? I could get away from this terrible longing and aching pain in my heart.
I would be with him, or if he's still somewhere, I would be a star and watch after him and guard his dreams.
Shooting star, can't you grant my wish?
I'm begging you.