I was walking to the bus stop from my tutee's home, I rose up my head, and saw many stars. Probably the rain had cleared up the clouds allowing stars to sparkle in the gloomy clear night sky.
When I was young,
I always wished upon a star,
I want to go home...I want to go home, I hate this place, someone save me.
Nothing came through until a few years later.
I was reminded of the countless time crying when I was young.
Maybe wishes only come through on a shooting star.
