Splattered all across the sky, stars we see before they die;
Swiftly twinkling way up high, I’ve looked at stars that way.
But in the clouds we’re looking through, the dust turned into stars a new;
Bubbles blown by stars so blue, the dust was in the way.

I look at stars from both sides now, from young and old but still somehow,
It’s star’s illusions I recall, I really don’t know stars at all.