What did the shooting star say to heaven before it touched the earth and died? I look outside the window with my soulless and dark eyes. A glitter from that fading star gave my eyes the spark to see But the star died as he touched the earth. And I felt my monster's creepy claw crawl up to me. I wish I could be like a shooting star.  ephemeral and delicate I wish someone asked about what that shooting star wished before he died.  I feel pity for the star, and I No one asked what the star wished for.  I didn't know what I was crying for. People wish for themselves whenever the star comes, but they never wish for the star. But for once, I'll wish for you, my lovely shooting star. Soon the firefly sparkle goes away from the eyes and  Now I'm becoming one with the star.