The Tiny Star

                                                                                            Block D Steven Yang 

A tiny star shining deeply in the sky,

So distant that I cannot hear when it cries.

Although I don’t know what it looks like,

I know why it is crying.

Because there is nowhere to escape,

For the tiny star,

And for my lonely heart,

To trek to the finish line.

When the star stops shining,

When my heart stops beating,

Nothing will change in this complicated world,

But a single soul floating across the field.

That soul will go across the sky,

Eventually turns into a lonely star.

Shining deeply in the sky,

And nobody can hear when it cries.