Star Hunter
Bright and valuable dots
They light up the sky and give the children a smile;
Bring the smallest hope we have left
Bright, hopeful, and valuable dots
So distant and hard to get
So complex and difficult not to fall in love
Bright, hopeful, and valuable dots
They illuminate so many happy moments of our life;
From a nonsense sex to the incredible pleasure of knowing who you love
Bright, distant, and valuable dots
So much value in something so far away;
In small points that accompany the moon
It's like a funny night dance.
Stars and their peers drive the moon in long songs and short songs
Take her home, give her a good night kiss
But no, the little stars, helpless and bright, do not do that.
Why?
They are bright, distant, valuable and dead spots.
Every star that I hunt, that I try to reach
Is dead
He died thousands of years ago, but he did not abandon the moon.
Looking at the sky is basically this;
Visit the past, see the great cemetery of God
Yes, God is bad at leaving a valuable and beautiful cemetery just for appreciation
But no, I do not hunt the stars because they are valuable
I hunt them for the simple reason that they look like me
Bright dots, distant, valuable, dead.
Do not you already died inside?
