The night is falling swiftly, and with their gleaming eyes
A thousand thousand stars march into the darkened sky.
They gleam upon a world that eternally turns beneath their distant gaze
Regardless of the acts of men, be they brilliant, mundane or crazed.
The world does not care at all for love, so why, I ask, should I?
What does it really matter who thrives, who weeps and who dies?
Perhaps it does not mean anything, but for me when all is through
The thing that gives the dance meaning is that I mean something to you.