From "What I'm telling you"

    Reincarnation， life everlasting——

    call it whatever you will——

    it will not change

    the facts： we are ashes of stellar death.

    And， in the end， wishing on shooting stars

    is like pinning your hopes

    on the last sound of the whistle

    trailing off， last chord of the train

    sparking on the tracks

    then fading into the dark.