lazy street and warmest wind,
in the middle of act, they make me real.
someday for hope, somebody for soul,
on mw way back, they make me up.
face for laugh, lips for share.
could they bring me happy..?
the sun may strong, the moon can be hidden,
but my star may still shining.
you know what..?
somebody become for real, and still standing up altough she was hidden
she always try to be shiny.
and you know what else..?
she always hope for your laugh,
she shining to make you happy..