He looked through the window of a toy store And saw her?
He can touch the sky But a star?
To himself he tried to lie ‘If only she would be my trinket.’ ‘If only she could see my likes, to love me and link it’
Oh silly boy?
His love for her, lazy clouds stagnant in the sky, cumulous But little boy, had no courage to be serious
So outside of the toy store in the cold he stands Christmas Eve still wishing, for her, He could finally grow to be a man
