A Star slipped away into the dark night,

Over the city, the yellow haze drifts in.

That Star would return to bring back the light

To the hearts she calls her own kin.

And with just a few coins left deep in my pocket,

I can live through another new day.

I walk beneath starlight, lost in the glow,

And with you, a shadow will stay.

Still waiting for changes as I step through the door,

Where the world feels unchanged and old.

I whisper inside, “Just believe, just believe!”

With a spark, a fire takes hold.

Now a number’s been stamped on everything here,

But luck—it still follows our way.

The Star is number one, shining clear,

So let your light lead, don’t fade.

There are songs left unsung in the silence of day,

And the cuckoo keeps calling her tune.

There are people of honor and truth on the way,

And our Star still burns right through.

And with just a few coins left deep in my pocket,

I can live through another new day.

I walk beneath starlight, lost in the glow,

And with you, a shadow will stay.

That Star drifted out into the dark of the night,

Yellow smoke rising over the town.

But she’ll always come back to keep hope alive

For the hearts in need she’s found.