Twinkle, twinkle dying littles stars,
is this the end of your journey so far?
Your life ends with a sonic boom,
disappearing within a vacuum.
Our time is running out before we begin,
bright white light glows within.
Born, breathe, live and die human pulsars,
twinkle twinkle dying little stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem