I like this song.

The sky is full of stars, and everyone only likes the brightest and brightest one.

I'm not the brightest one, but I've always believed that there will always be someone who likes a not-so-bright and a little weird star, like me, haha.

I've worked hard for you, and I'm tired.

Do you think I'm asking for a ticket?

Ha, I really don't ask for it today. (To be continued.) )