Wish
This song explores one of life’s great contradictions: **we often long for what someone else has while that person may be longing for what we have.** Through a series of mirrored lives, the song asks whether achieving a dream necessarily brings the happiness we imagined.
The song never argues that people should stop dreaming. Instead, it asks us to examine what our dreams contain, what they may cost, and whether we recognize the value of our present lives while reaching for something different.
The song’s message: We often see another person’s destination without seeing what it costs them to live there. Dreams matter, but fulfillment is more complicated than simply receiving what we wished for. Before envying another person’s crown, we should understand its weight, and before leaving our own life behind, we should recognize what within it may already be precious.
ZSORAYII sits thoughtfully before an ornate gold framed mirror at sunset, her reflection surrounded by a star filled night sky. Wearing gold jewelry, Africa inspired earrings and an Africa shaped armband, she rests her chin on her hand beside a glowing crown, antique key and scattered stars. The word “WISH” shines above her reflection, with the ZSORAYII logo in the lower corner.
The crown I chased has grown too heavy,
A thousand eyes keep watching.
My name lights up the city,
My old shoes gather dust.
A little girl cuts stars from paper,
Pins them to her dress.
She watches diamonds cross the screen,
Then counts the coins beside her bed.
I wore that paper crown once.
She holds hers to the sun.
Si se abre la puerta, ¿vas a entrar?
لو صار الحلم حقيقة، هل تختار البقاء؟
When the stars fall into your hands,
你还会仰望远方吗？
Si la llave es tuya, ¿qué abrirás?
لو لبست التاج، هل تحتمل ثقله؟
When the wish comes wearing a crown,
你还愿意戴上它吗？
Small footsteps shake the morning,
My coffee turns to ice.
A hundred hands reach for me,
I close the door, just once.
Across the street, a cradle waits,
Two little shoes beneath it.
She winds a music box at dusk,
And leaves the hallway light on.
At last, the house is quiet.
Her music box runs down.
Si se abre la puerta, ¿vas a entrar?
لو صار الحلم حقيقة، هل تختار البقاء؟
When the stars fall into your hands,
你还会仰望远方吗？
Si la llave es tuya, ¿qué abrirás?
لو لبست التاج، هل تحتمل ثقله؟
When the wish comes wearing a crown,
你还愿意戴上它吗？
He pushes at the clock hands,
His shoes wait by the door.
Tomorrow glows beyond the glass,
He cannot turn the key.
An old man holds a photograph,
Four shadows in the sun.
He winds his watch each morning,
Though yesterday has gone.
The young man runs toward sunrise.
The old man turns to watch.
Si se abre la puerta, ¿vas a entrar?
لو صار الحلم حقيقة، هل تختار البقاء؟
When the stars fall into your hands,
你还会仰望远方吗？
Si la llave es tuya, ¿qué abrirás?
لو لبست التاج، هل تحتمل ثقله؟
When the wish comes wearing a crown,
你还愿意戴上它吗？
She folds her home into a suitcase,
A boarding pass between its seams.
Her mother waves beneath the window,
The ocean fills the glass.
His wages cross that same blue water,
His mother grows old on a screen.
A house key warms inside his pocket,
His suitcase waits beside the door.
Her plane climbs through the clouds.
His plane begins to land.
Si se abre la puerta, ¿vas a entrar?
لو صار الحلم حقيقة، هل تختار البقاء؟
When the stars fall into your hands,
你还会仰望远方吗？
Si la llave es tuya, ¿qué abrirás?
لو لبست التاج، هل تحتمل ثقله؟
When the wish comes wearing a crown,
你还愿意戴上它吗？