Stardust Utopia

Today, in the night sky, floating in this unreal world
I paint stars on a pitch-black canvas
In silence, what should I cling to, this instinct that circles around?
Once again, the cry of angels echoes through the air
The melody of despair plays a tune of sin
Tears fall, slicing through the beautiful starry sky

The night I gazed at the dancing stardust
I was still laughing
I was crying, taking a breath
In silence, what should I protect as time flows?
The creeping anxiety and the twisted moon
The hope I wrote is a colorless flower
Looking up at the unreachable starry sky

The stardust seems like it might spill out
I was holding on so it wouldn’t disappear
I wished for it
I was happy
Even if the sky breaks and falls
I’ll paint over it again and again
In this spiral
The melody of despair plays a tune of sin
Tears fall, slicing through the beautiful starry sky
Shining thoughts

In this ideal world where I painted the dancing stardust
I’m laughing
I’m crying
I’m alive
Today, once again, I write in the night sky, this unreal world
A reality from which nothing can escape.