I’m gonna be pretty
So I am presentable even without makeup

I’m gonna be a flower in this world
I’ll bloom more yellow than yesterday

It resembled you
So I secretly held my hand against the star
I grasped it
Moments that I looked back on
I really like them
Late nights that used to feel so indifferent

I’m gonna be a thief of the night
I’m gonna take half of the moon

Some day, I’m gonna be the winter
Because half of my heart is frozen

It’s especially small
So the star that stands out
I want to call it by its name
It feels like a dream
Late nights that used to feel so indifferent

How to live as people without love
Calling names that aren’t really a name
We view those so naturally
That we became used to it but

How to receive love, person to person
Coming down from good memories
We view those so nervously
That we feel awkward about it but

In the end, we will laugh and grow
Just like the times we were only three away from ten