Life of Shooting Stars

Once we were told about a story named '' life of shooting stars''
We were told about the story late
And we went quiet that summer night

Once upon a time, a dazzle in the gleaming sky
Across the vault it swept, from far off and it died
Stars are burning, bright above us
Stars are falling, thin lines and into dust
You might catch one on the way
Sense the wonder that it spreads
And see it going

Cover up your eyes, bite the pain
So many lovely pearls in your hands