The midnight sky upon us,
Capturing our very souls,
The more we look up at it,
The more of our secrets it holds.
I looked up at the stars,
I let them know the thing I fear,
As a wish I asked to rid of it,
Without releasing these painful tears.
The more I thought about it,
The crazier it seemed
To bestow upon the stars
My deepest, dearest dream.
But don't you ever wonder,
'Will it ever come true? '
And then you go and try it,
Only to have it disappoint you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem