But fantasize about flying to the moon.
Looking down at the brilliance of the stars holding the moon.
I'm used to stop and go.
But fantasizing about silence.
End the warmth of a place.
It's like sorting out those
The ground is full of broken stars.
I am used to staying up late and getting up late.
Because I long for the beauty of the night sky.
In the dead of night
I can hear breathing in the night sky.
Heavy and ethereal
I'm used to the starry night.
A person listens to the waltz of the stars
Dance in a flurry
It's like stepping on the stars flying all over the sky
Stars always glow by themselves in the dark.
And that night sky is like a deep and naive maze.
It's just that the stars don't want to escape
Because stars are used to it.
Get used to getting lost in the noisy night.
A starry night sky
Pass by the flower shop on the roadside
At two or three in the morning
A skirt swaying with summer flowers
Light the tears of lavender
Drift away from the window of the next stop
I see. /I see.
Stars are flowers in the sky.
It is a treasure of childhood.
Sweet tears.
And fireflies lost in the night sky
2. Write a poem about the stars "Variations on the Stars" If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars? Who will stare at night looking for distant comfort? Who doesn't want to be a poem every day? Every word is a star that vibrates like a bee. Who doesn't want to have a night as soft as a lake, as soft as fireflies and stars swimming among water lilies? Who doesn't like the spring when the birds are all over the branches, the stars are all over the sky, and the flashing sound comes from a distance? If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs it? Stars, who will burn loneliness in the cold and look for a little hope? Who wants to write poems about suffering year after year? Every capital is a group of trembling stars covered with snow and ice. Who wants to see the night frozen and stiff like a piece of land, and the wind blows off one thin star after another? Who doesn't like the falling flag, but the golden stars spewing out of the fire. When the stars in the sky are tired, they get up and light up where the sun can't shine.