One day stone will lose its worth
just as you managed to lose her
last week, last month, last year.
You do not realize it but
the stars surround and you and believe that
you are chosen.
How can you -a mere man-
ever be chosen by the moon to
behold her mighty masterpieces?
I believe both you and i know that
there must be a flaw
hidden beneath your wounds compiled.
And, until that flaw is found
the stars will continue to surround you and
believe that you are chosen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem