Small, bright sparkles on the sky,

number of distance way too high.

Too long to reach, too hard to find,

their lonely souls and loving mind.

 

The only leaf on river floats, 

his sorrow speaks some quiet notes.

If you would listen carefully...

the wind will sing, leaf miss the tree. 

 

This little proofs of solitude,

can perfectly describe my mood. 

I'm not a stone, I don't ask much,

what lonestars need is just some touch.