Someday, somewhere.

Oh star,

I'll stop dreaming

I'll stop thinking

But,

Not for now.

Your existance is kinda new thing for me.

Really,

Miracle would never happen.

I didn't put any hope on it.

It is not a bad timing. 

It happens that --

You're not fated to be with me. 

You're not created to complete me.

You're not for me.

I know, someday I'll be gone, or maybe you?

I know.

I'm just enjoying the moment, the view of you,

I'm writing my own fairytale and hoping it'll become reality.

But it will never happen.

I know.

You asked me, "where am I going?"

I answered, "somewhere"

Yes. Somewhere. 

This place doesn't belongs to me.