I remembered they asked me what I want to be five years from now. 

And because I've loved, been hurt and was wise, I answered:

"Happy," 

I even smiled while saying it. "I want to be happy."

Now, as I imagine you looking at the same moon we're both under, unsure of what our five years will be from now, you asked me:

"What do you want to be five years from now?"

And I still smiled as I catch a glimpse of a shooting star from the corner of my eyes and said (wished): "With you." 

And I know you're smiling too. "I want to be with you."