At the dark night
When everyone goes to bed
There comes a little light
And a little heart with colour red.
The light is an old memory
Like a star shining above
The heart is a lovely story
Something that we call it Love.
Then we just start to think
We start to smile, then we cry
We may laugh, or we shrink
And keep looking at the sky.
And then we see the lovely dawn
And we hear the birds' tone
All of us start to yawn
And we still feel alone.
Image was taken before worlds awake.