Looking up above in the night sky —
amazing! So ethereal, I can't deny.
A trail of fairy dust, so bright;
I want it to forever appear in my sight.
Painted in the dark sky, so, so high;
I just don't wanna say goodbye.
A myriad colors, the northern light,
a purple curtain hanging out tonight.
Aurora dance without feeling shy.
Now, I wish I'll be Tinker who can fly,
I hope I can hug my Aurora so, so tight,
and inevitably, my love will forever ignite.
Like a thousands or millions fires in dye,
loving Aurora will never ever been a lie;
paint new dreams under the moonlight,
and the Aurora Borealis in the limelight.
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