In the middle of this empty field
As my shoes become soaked by the grass.
On the sidewalk in the distance
I watch you take your final steps
Away from me,
And away from our memories.
Before you step out of sight,
You take one glance back at me
At the same time a shooting star crosses the sky.
That falling star
Carries millions of wishes
From hopeful, desperate people
That will never come true.
And as I watch that
Falling star above you,
I watch my dreams fall with it.