Sometimes,
dreams are made of stars
They came and go
Like the morning dew.
Each night that passes,
they grow slowly in the dark
without a trace
The sunshine makes them sparkle
and enchant a child's sight.

Sometimes,
dreams are made by rain
Pouring from the sky
covering my eyes.
I cry of happiness,
but nobody sees,
Only when the rain stops
You can see my smile.

Sometimes,
dreams are made in heaven
That sent you to me.
I feel like the morning dew
Enlightening a child's eyes.
It's the sun's rays
That shows the real beauty
Of my dreams.
Thank you, my blue star!