Perhaps you’re like a shooting star,
So bright at the sky,
You gave me hope for my wishes come true,
But at the end,
You’re just a worthless rock,
That hit on the ground,
And make a big hole on my heart,
Left me a crater for nothing,
Neither hope nor trust,
Make me looks ugly in my soreness,
Because you’re just a shooting star,
That will never fulfill one wishes come true.
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