Oh my little star of hope in the sky
How I love to see your wonderful glimmer,
Watching across the firmament as clouds roll by
A spark of joy on a silent dreamer.
Haply I get to stare at you in awe
But chances make my wishes raw,
If I’d be settling myself on the bottomland
Would you glide down and take my hand?
Oh my little star of hope amidst the dark
If there’s a chance, I’d probably fly,
By the lovely wings of a golden lark
We’d toast for love with a cup of rye.
Tonight’s the better time to for me to sit still
And feel the cold wind, a sudden sweet chill,
It’s as if the clouds had reached down on me
Taking me the breeze that embraces me gently.
Oh my little star of hope from a distance
You seem to me an elusive dream, oh hear my cries!
I hope you notice me as I preserve my stance
Try to decipher what is cryptic in my eyes.
It started to drizzle, I wonder why
Would this hopeful dream dramatically die?
Every droplet signifies a melancholic rain
I hope I am not foolishly waiting in vain.
Oh my little star of hope above
Now covered by the rage of the infuriated nimbus,
How will I be able to find true love?
The clouds loathe reigned, intimidatingly tremendous.
The patter of the rain reminded me so bad
Of things, like you, that I bitterly never had,
In a jiffy, you’re gone and I’m about to cry
It just makes no sense. Anybody, tell me why!
Oh my little star of hope, where art thou?
Why won’t you show up and cast another glow?
If ‘tis bound to end, where then shall I go?
If you’d still come back, how will I come to know?
The moment of silence trounced the downpour
Of the storm that wrapped the gloomy night whole,
Those mystical drops seem to touch my soul’s contour
But it has to be dealt with by a lovelorn fool.
Oh my little star of hope, can’t you see?
The torment that was caused by your pure obscurity,
If this is to end in such a way that I’d die
Please just let me know, then take me to your sky.