How many stars will I see tomorrow?
Flames of such passion, yet distant and cold
Releasing magical sparks, to race in the vast hollow
Only to meet a cloud - that knows no sorrow!
Which of these night flowers shall remain?
Teaching man of beauty, yet leaving as soon as they came
A fleeting moment, after which they will never be the same
Nodding at the breeze - they know no blame
Is tonight a reunion or is it farewell?
Life's a mystery no one can foretell
A slight breeze, a small cloud, why let them make life a hell?
Real stars and flowers rest deep in your heart’s well.
