I've always been dreaming
About catching a falling star.
Every night, I go out
And see them shining bright.
They're like small, glowing orbs
Giving light to the dark night sky.
I've always wanted to catch a falling star
And put it in my pocket.
On a clear night, I go out
And look up at the sky.
I always try to catch a glimpse
Of shooting stars or comets.
When I see a star fall from the sky
I wonder how many wishes I can make
Before it disappears out of sight.
If I could catch some falling stars
I wonder how many I can collect.
The moon crosses silently
Over the milky paved path.
The moon and the stars are the guiding lights I need
To find my way on a dark night.
I know that if I was able to catch falling stars
I would put them in my pocket
Or give them to everyone around the world.
When the timing is just right,
I decide to catch some stars.
I close my eyes
And jump as high as I can
And grab as many stars I can find.
I may not be able to catch stars in reality
But I can do it in my imagination,
For my imagination sets me free.
If I could catch the stars,
I would keep millions of them.
I have a pocketful of stars.
