to Asteroid B-612

hi, precious if I were you, I'd hide all my sorrows just like those starlit night skies that twinkle so brightly hi, precious if I were you, I'd never do such harm like piercing my heart with poison sharper than fangs crying like six years ago, five hundred million stars are smiling at me all that I wish is too see our distance, promises, our moments, our meaning! and all that I wished was to see one tiny little star, no grown-ups understand. (““grown ups don't understand.””) (“because grown-ups like numbers.) (they never ask what is really essential.”) (“because grown-ups don't know what they're looking for.) (they always go round and round the same place.”) it is so, that what gives a dry desert it's beauty is one well - one singing well that's hidden there, somewhere is it so, that all those stars are smiling down on me because five hundred millions of stars are hiding you there? probably, I'm like them now again I'm spending my time counting “numbers”... all of the stars have same faces, no I can't find yours I'll shed tears and tell you, just five hundred million stars smiling when you smile, and crying when you cry all that I wish is to see our distance, promises, our moments, our meaning! and all that I wished was to see one tiny little star no grown-ups understand.