I looked up into the mystic night sky,
Where there are no gusty winds going by,
The small, twinkling stars, are just magic,
Then it becomes a nova, so beautiful however tragic.
The moon projects an icy-cold, silver beam of light,
It looks sinister and quiet, quiet as the long lasting night,
I want to jump up among the stars and fly,
When I look up into the mystic night sky.
