Stars shine in the sky,
They look pretty to your eyes.
No eyes to see the sky,
Stars still shine
Careless to any prize.
Flower blooms, scents and withers,
Everyone around seem to be bewildered.
Nobody to be bewildered,
Flower still blooms, scents and withers.
You create what you need to, to be you,
Applause, Reward and Adoration follows.
No soul that knows and follows,
You still create what you need to, to be you.