When I look into your eyes.
I see the starlit sky...

Why are all the things you see,
Reflections of things pure and proud...

You're waving goodbye,
Soon saying hello...

When I look at you,
I see a wonderful thing...

We met at school,
in our third year...

I saw a shooting star,
As I wrote this poem for you...

The holidays are over,
I march back to school...

I sit in grass, still wet with dew
look at clear skies, o so blue...

Every time we meet,
I talk to you...

Sound alone are empty,
Carrying but cold...

The closest companions,
Are friends that can't speak...

X stands for mystery,
Every woman's got two...