When it was getting autumn in the sky,
the stars started falling on earth.
From a big light,
that flooded the earth,
this light grew up from earth,
it became little lights
and it spreaded on plains.
Looking to these little lights,
it remains our wish
to go to stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was it our wish.....excellent piece of work..... **KoNi**