hate this world
full with broken dreams
never brings a new hope
even only one for me.

broken dreams I've made
'till I can't wake up.
killing myself in the dream
'till I can't breathe.

nobody cares,
nobody ever wonders why
and it's all my body and soul
form a constellation in the darkest sky.

tears sweep away the nectar,
turning it becomes salty,
it's the taste of tasteless heart.

blood bleeds on my scar,
turning it into blood red,
it's the taste of bleeding heart.

sweet doesn't taste so sweet,
what sweet really is?
it's the taste of broken dreams.

"who will love sad soul?"
she is just a broken poet
who writes bad poetry.

"who will like her poem?"
she uses her blood and tears
to write broken poem.

(deep down inside
she has known the answer)

I'll turn my eyes
into the stars
and put them in the sky.

they'll show you
the way to go home,
even if the day is dark.

will I be the star?
who will continue to shine,
even if my light is dim.

will I be the moon?
who will share the light with night,
even if no sun is existed.

will I shinning true?
am I the brightest true?
or I'm waiting for the time to explore?

but, I still believe one day,
I'll show my light is brighter than the sun
brighter than you've seen before.

I'm the moon
who's formed from debris.
without light of the sun,
I'm just a dark permanent natural satellite,
who give no light to people at night.

when all my hopes are broken,
it turns myself into blue
and I'm feeling heartbroken,
this feeling is so true.

listen to the mournful melody
and all the tunes mock at me,
say "I'm not belong to this
as I will worse them all."

tell the stars about my story
and I say do not worry.
as I will be fine,
when the sun starts to shine.

I will wait on the bridge,
waiting to see the last sunrise
and I'll go somewhere sombre,
so I will always be fine.