Tiny things!

Looking those bright stars in the sky,

it makes me feel and fly high.

Millions of sunshine in the world,

but you are the one cold and bold.

Someday, hoping for the light like you,

everyday is a chance to find a new in you.

High in your voice to make a choice,

every once in a while, it's going to be a noise.

Time is never cruel with this perfect picture,

saying and doing things in a mixture.

The ropes entangled are similar to my thoughts, 

yet powerful enough to come over my guts.

And of course, Looking those bright stars in the sky,

it makes me feel and fly high,

it makes me feel and fly high.