Someone said
That the darkest time is just before dawn
That someday it will shine
Like a fairy tale with a princess covered in ash
But in reality, as the night fades
I, like a sixth magnitude star,
Cannot be found
Every day covered in ash
The expiration date of the Twinkle Star
If it passes, Fall again
In the atmosphere, what remains burning
Star chips as toppings
Only dreams that didn’t come true
Gather them, shake them up with a holler
Breaking down
The shimmering I can’t give up
(Gotta make it now)
“Even if you knew you couldn’t win
You should keep pushing forward”
Even the stardust after it scatters
Shines beautifully on the sweet whip cream
The “star” factory, the production line
Every day is a talent’s birthday
But I can’t get on board
Smoldering and groaning day and night
From the start, beyond calculation
The “popular ones” are the opposite
Locked up in the restroom
Even if you cry or act aloof, STAY ALIVE
Disposing of the Twinkle Star
If it mixes, see, they’re together
Don’t call it debris
Star chips as toppings
Only dreams that didn’t come true
Gather them, shake them up with a holler
Breaking down
Nonsense, thousands of times, tens of millions of times
(Strike up)
“Even if you knew you couldn’t win
You should keep pushing forward”
A frappuccino bet on
The entire existence of you as a star
Writing “dreams” of “people”
Hard at work, calculating
Artist or creator, which?
Whatever, we
Work to give excitement
It’s so crazy
Like a shooting star, wearing out
Please watch, okay?
Even dreams that didn’t come true
Will always remain in orbit
A boogie of quadrant and octant
(Just swinging by)
I’ll be going soon too
So don’t forget to wait for me, my Stella
On the stage of the starry sky
We can meet again in joy
Drinking up, drinking it up up