In the dark night, here comes the little stars making the face of heaven so fine and the world falling to the beauty it brings around the scary night.
Alas! The garish sun is gone as its beauty hallows out of heaven with the sweetness of love and caresses it contains.
In its cyclic beauty, children dwell in its form as those lads and lass counts enjoyingly bringing merriments to their sparkled faces.
Stars are lights in which spirits are born, through souls it sets in darkness and rise