Words from a shiny star,
Lulling my sadness to sleep.
I begun hoping without realising,
A faint dream I did not wish for.

What good does having feelings brings?
Nothing, I screamed;
Nothing but pain to my bowl.

I have long past the age of dreaming,
I was a fool.

My love ones sent me two bowls of rice,
In hopes that I keep on going on,
In hopes that I never fall.

I dare not let them down,
I dare not let out cries,
I hide my broken spoon,
the cracks in my bowls;
And I laughed.