What a star,
Feelings despite, shining bright,
So alien, so far.
Who, thou master?
The lord of such holy caster?
I feel the heat, I feel the bloom;
May it be dark, may it be doom.
She\'s the madness,
Yet someone of my virtue.
She\'s the only dream
I can\'t pursue.
I neglect,
I ignore,
But even in the silence,
My emotions offshore.
When the lanterns turn off,
When the clouds storm and rain,
I hope the heat helps me
Cure the yearn, the unforgettable pain.