Stars. Dost thou truthfully think they exist?
Oh please.
They are an illusion, just like the rest of this pathetic world.
In the end, all fades into grey nothingness.
There is no black, no white.
No day or night.
You think yourself experienced?
You think you aren't naive?
If you truly believe in Stars, you are.
Look! Make thine eyes believe they smile at you.
But know it's all a lie!
Forsooth, all of it is fake.
True light comes from one Source, but the eyes of imagined wights cannot see it.
Too bad, you almost had a hope too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem