When all the stars have gone out, one by one,
with not one left to gaze upon
so to, the moon, her shimmering glow has lost
faintly seen naught but shaded ghost
in that black lonely firmament
only the sad abandoned angels will lament
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good description of death. Life is precious we should always gaze at the stars and moon while here! :)