Planetary grey-white stars
we keep in our hearts-
where we never returning go.
Unlike snowdrops returning to-the-snow
these stars we already know
are—our friends of near and long ago?
Their tears are too outspoken,
their faces like clouds unbroken.
These are the jewels in our souls.
These are the stars 'everybody patrols.'
Yes, ah 'these are the stars'
everybody holds within their hearts
within their planetary grey-white souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem