When I'm walking through the night. I love every star in the sky Like a light in my hands. With a candlestick full of stars, everyone seems close to me. But one star is not there. The star I'm looking for is she... that my heart not looking up. My hands maybe do write and draw, But seeing you in reality Has my imagination nothing against it. See you in person, Is rubbing your sweet face And in that reality Stay with you forever. So that I love my fiction May differ. And your in my reality Can write.