Starry Night Dilemma Poem by Han Min Ohn

When I was a little child, one clear starry night
With my back on the lawn, I was enjoying the sight
Suddenly I saw a shooting star falling with haste
Brimming with imagination, a wish, I immediately placed.

Many years later as I gazed again at the same starry sky
With my perplexing mind, the sight I couldn't enjoy
When I saw a shooting star falling down
It became nothing more than a meteor aiming for the ground.