On my way back home i fetch you a falling star.

I come early and make our signature tea,
I sneak into your dream as a lost bee.

I take the long route to get the sunflowers from east,
I smash the lies of the veteran priest.

I play the harp as you sleep and cry,
I keep my promise before the tulips get dry.

Every time on the very last day…
I somehow reach and fetch a falling star,
I dream a dream to meet you again somewhere very far.