Late last night I looked up at the sky
and glimpsed a shooting star.
It moved so fast as it was burning up
and I wondered just how far,
how far it had traveled,
how long it had lived
and now what was in its place?
I hoped it was another star
and not just empty space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this, 'and not just an empty space'... I don't know it gets me, I feel like that sometimes about what has happened and what will happen. I just love it haha