When It's Cold, I'd Like To Die

I thought of a doubt
What can't be a circle
Wondering like the sentient dust
Nowhere hand the earth
Twinkling circling shining
Stars seem to be my home

And a sun uncertain
That stars preparing for the night
The sun will shine on you
I hear the worn light my lit
And the day is breaking
Say you crying

I hear you calling
And say good smiling
I hear you calling