This night isn’t different from the other nights,
where dreams are where we travel to various sites.
We fly without the wings,
where we’re accepted and understood as equal human beings.
However, there come times,
where these dreams to others are like crimes.
Wrong and unreliable,
where the human standards are indiscernible.
These days are the painful ones.
It’s where to nothingness we run.
These are the nights without the stars,
and we reveal our hearts full of scars.
But if we have dreams why do have to stop?
we all have the desire to reach the hearts’ true top.
So no matter what, we’ll chase stars above,
even if there’s pain, all we have to do is love.
To the shooting stars, we will chase.
Unforced and to each of our set pace.
To us who fulfill all our dreams,
loving continuously, so it seemed.
I was afraid of what others may say (I still am). But how will I reach my sky if to myself and to my dreams I always lie?