Why do people get excited when they see a falling star? Why do they excitedly ask their friends to make a wish? Don't they know they shouldn't place their hopes on such a thing? It is nothing more than a star that has lost its life and luster. To fulfill young girls' foolish fantasies at the expense of a heavenly body, just how cold and ruthless whoever made this superstition is? Why does a star have to fall to grant wishes? Don't they know even stars have yearnings, too?

Standing on the stage and loved and worshipped by thousands, Julia felt cold and alone. She was basked in light while the rest of the world was veiled in the dark. In her eyes, there was no mirth. In her heart, there was nothing but emptiness. Looking back, all her sacrifices, blood and tears paved her way to where she was now. But in the end, was it worth it?

In a warm, sunny room, Erik stood in front of his students. With a warm smile and gentle voice, he read verses through verses of poetry with passion. He leafed through the pages gently like a man caressing his lover. His voice drifted into the gentle afternoon, making young girls' cheeks blush. He was oblivious of his effect on their young hearts for all he cared for was literature. His world basked in the soft, afternoon light, was simply perfect.

Two people in two different worlds... If one day their paths crossed, would sparks fly?