With me, I carry a basket of sunset
Filled with fires of red and yellow sunshine.
I weave through the tall green grass,
As flames of fire and rays of light
Fly out of my basket and into the sky above.

I try to catch them but they disappear.
I try to hold onto them, but they slip between my fingers.
Time never stops.


When I reach the end of the tall grass
I turn around to go back home.
There isn’t a flame of red fire
Or a ray of yellow sunlight
Remaining in my basket.

So I fill my basket with the night,
With the dark, cold night.
I pull stars down from the endless sky.
I let them fall into my basket.

As the night wears on,
The air begins to warm.
The stars tend to fade away.

Again I try so desperately,
I try to keep the stars alive.
But they must fade away.
Time never stops.

By the time the sun rises,
In my basket, only one star remains:

The strongest one,
The loyal one,
The one I wished upon.

It remains in my basket,
Shining as bright as the sun.

This one star,
This one glimmer of hope,
I bring home to you.
Yours to keep,
For as long as it may stay.