A little far...
Away they are...
But quench of love...
Little fading star....
The star can find his shine..
She is being beautiful...
Brightens the world, so devine...
That corner, he is staring at her...
Black sign of crave on the silver paper...
She can't figure him out...
Alive but hidden in shadow of doubt...
His breaths have gone for infinite walk...
Crave for shine died with his own spark...
Last sigh of heart came to her and told...
''It's me, his beat, he is ended in cold...''
Lost star he is, but in the arms of shine...
Too late for him, slept as a exiled vine...
Floating silver ashes in dark too far...
Shine is still alone without that shining star....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem