In a warm and clear glass bottle
My mother placed me inside and called me a star
Saying that I dazzled more than any other star in the world
As she peered at me proudly

Some day, like those stars in the night sky
The young me asked if I was going to shine just as bright
Then as if she was sorry, she shook her head
I can’t forget that

I’m a small paper star inside a glass
But I’m still a star
It’s alright, some day, there might be a spot in that sky for me to shine

So mom, stop being sorry
Because I’m still a star
You folded me so pretty
Even if I’m born again
I hope I’ll be a star that you will fold with your warm hands

I wanted to go so badly to that spot
But I realized I could never go that night

I’m just a small paper star
I really didn’t want to acknowledge it
So I told her, stop pretending to be the sky
Filled with resentment
Then my mom nodded
I can’t forget that

I’m a small paper star inside a glass
But I’m still a star
It’s alright, some day, there might be a spot in that sky for me to shine

Some day, my mom will fall into a deep sleep
And let go of this glass bottle
I will scatter and get lost with the wind
And live in this dangerous world

But mom, stop being sorry
Because I’m still a star
You folded me so pretty
Even if I’m born again
I hope I’ll be a star that you will fold with your warm hands