Before I went to sleep, I saw the stars on the ceiling of my room, like they spoke something

The stars are still glowing
like waiting for me to sleep
The stars are still glowing
until I go to my dream
The stars are still glowing
like it will never fade away
The stars are still glowing
taking a role as my best friend in the night.

I do love cry
because my tears feel so warm
warming my body and my heart.
I do hate cry
because it makes me hard to breathe
like I could die anytime HE wants

but I need to still alive
to make sure I will be laughing about seeing this post
tomorrow,
next week,
next month,
next year,
next life.

good night