The starlight is gilding inside the sorrowful space-time.
Those lights creating nebula in our frozen heart.
As you can see, the moonlight's singing too…
The light likes meteor rain inside our night-space.
Can you see it? The door of star is always opens…
Go inside and find the starlight…when your night comes.
The hope and us will never say farewell to each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem