Look up!
Do you see the sky?
It really is beautiful tonight!
How I wish to be a star myself,
Incandescent and full of energy.
Drifting across space as carefree as I am.
How I wish to be a star,
An orb witnessing the movement of the whole universe,
Being a spectator to its never-ceasing growth.
Without being perturbed from all the noise.

As unusual as it sounds,
There is another reason I would prefer to be a star,
They connect with each other.
Creating such a beautiful sight of harmony.
Linking with each other and forming constellations.
Why do I want that, you ask?
Take another glance at the sky.
You see those stars?
They had linked perfectly with each other.
That is what we are.
Because you are my star.
And I am yours.