A glittering star enlightens my mind,
It houses the light of an eternal time.
The little light gained by any observer
Is just some sort of judgement.
Let them poke into the sky with their noses,
And the naked eye has launched its sight
At the stars with height, with absolute finishing quality.
The powerful knife of a star glares at me in the kitchen
That meant hills could be climbed by those awaiting the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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