Where are you, my Star?
Where?
Where are you today?
As I'm weeping as a harp touched in decay,
I don't ever want to look up the sky and pray.
I don't want to see you shine ever in my life,
as dream by dream my heart was silently sliced;
why'd you call upon a child
in their peaceful night?
Why would you send meteorites down onto my way,
just to pass their craters by with greatest dismay?
What's the use of telling me I have to believe,
being you the bringers of disgraces and grief?
I despise of you, Stars, glaring at me down;
now I'm going to the Sea
to be spread and drown.
