May 03, 2020

Darling ghost, I hold no sun in my hand, but the star... the stars are free. As countless glitter in the sky, only few deserves a name. They might have been dead for a long time but they shall always live in a book, speech and heart. The shooting stars has their moment too. Though their existence seems half-true, they waver human heart. Enchanted, human cannot help but be attracted towards their fall. So, human make wishes. Sweet, honeyed, tainted wishes with a whisper of secret promise. No one hears the promise. Therefore, no one shall know when it is broken.