Looking up, you see the stars in the sky, hanging down. They swim almost mockingly in those big eyes of yours.

So cold you are. Your cold breath is fogging up your view, yet you still stand there, still gazing to look at the stars. It is as if the faint glow of those flickering stars offers you warmth.

Look at the stars. You reach out to hold one of the stars in your hands, and of course, you are empty-handed. You grasp them again and again.

Somewhere, fireworks shot into the sky and crackled with colorful lights, but they are only a silhouette at the corners of your eyes.

You grasp at the stars again and again and again and again…