So, so many broken promises.
Those which torn my heart into pieces.
He, who had left, never coming back home.
I, who have remained, still making wishes upon the stars.
Dear shiny little ones, can you please, softly, whisper into his ear?
Oh, tell him now, how much I yearn for him.
These two hands, are still his to hold.
If he liked my lips, they are getting a little too cold.
He could warm them up nicely, with just a tip of his finger.
And though it might bruise my heart, his kiss would make it all better.
Oh, tell him now, how I am waiting for him to come home.