Far from home
but still under the same moon.
Don't worry
for I'll find my way back soon.
These city lights may intice some
but they don't phase me
The only light that draws me is far in the sky
but in this city, the stars can't breakthrough.
It's like trying to whisper to the past
that all I once had,
alike the time I spend, will go by fast.
As I look for the one distant star,
the brightest one by far,
I'm swept by the feeling
that if I work so hard
maybe one day I can shine like that lonely star.
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