Those words you whispered while we were dancing are a poet’s dream.
As we tiptoed to the rooftop, said you saw a comet.
Darling, it’s a shooting star. Make a wish as it passes by.
I believe it’s a shooting star. You are here and my dreams came true.
Darling, there’s the shooting star. Let’s lie down and enjoy the night.
‘Cause there’s the shooting star. Wishing us to be happy and feel the love.