I wished upon a shooting star
To bring me the Angel,One I Luv
But  it died so young
 

 Perhaps it had a wish too
Flying across the lonely night 

On the way to find its Luv 

But couldn’t keep its hope alive
Perhaps it wished to burn itself
And  in agony...I was  cursed 

I will never wish upon a shooting star
That it may curse me again
That it may have a wish too