Blind date, the meteor is you, I don't know which lucky star hit again

Count other people's stars

Stand at the window and count the stars of others

Imagine the shooting star is you

I don't know which lucky star I hit again

I was empty-handed

Generously embrace the tenderness of the northwest wind

I was also able to stand quietly

No madness biting you

Put yourself safely to build intimacy with others

Also able to breathe calmly

There is no coercion of death against you

Let yourself be unkind and unjust

I'm too weak

Can't pick the stars in the sky

Be your sleeping toy

It's me who's too blind and obsessed

Can't see your real mask

Beloved long dead

I can't guess which one has feelings

Which heartless