Like a fire burning on a moonless night,
you stand out to me.
You look like a deity,
coming to our universe to create the Earth.
And maybe you are, in fact, a god,
and my love and affection for you is meaningless,
and will bear no fruit of its own;
but I will always try to reach you.
For Apollo loved Hyacinthus,
maybe you could love me?
But this is no story;
so for now, we shall see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem