Did she imply to deliver me here?
Did I intend to be what I am not?
If life was supposed to be a dream,
Will she remember me when she wakes up?
Will she make me real?
Is Earth a coincidence itself?
…after the burst and luckily came close by the Moon.
Is it the lone sunny explosion?
Or is it just the most recent one?
Is there any chance at all?
Is Fate just an invented criminal to clarify Coincidences?
Do we all pray for God?
Don’t we most of us pray for our hearts?
Would I recall these words by any possibility when her dream falls at Dawn?
Though I will hope she would make me real,
Would I regret she would?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.