Between stardust and stardust
In that shining and boundless Milky Way
The measure between heart and heart is in light-years
A lone journey shuttling through time and space
Lingering among meteorites, among starbursts,
Is your quietly adorned smiling face
Between star and star
Many masks of many worlds drift
Searching for a single seed of life
In this cosmic space with no air and no soil
The wandering journey
Appears in a flash as a shooting star
The solar wind is my sail
There is the call of a distant and mysterious black hole
A ship roaming time and space
Will, in the course of the journey,
Write the final poem that returns to silence
On the very day of arrival
Concluding in the endless collapse of the nebula
I appear in a flash as a shooting star
Between layer and layer of stars
Pursuing a kind of leisure beyond three dimensions
Constructing amid overlap and interlacing
The instant when time and space stop and summon
You are the king of your own self
Taking the universe of your soul as your palace
With the most dazzling and radiant figure
Roaming in
The place called beyond three dimensions
Your beautiful hair is washed in the Milky Way
Time has already become relatively meaningless
Nebulae gather all around
You pass from Aquarius through to Pisces
Eternal wandering
Who still remembers that shower of shooting stars
Between star-journey and star-journey
Beside that constellation without starlight
What cannot be brought to a stop
Is the return to the most primal longing
There is nothing to serve as your tearful eyes
The combination of hydrogen and oxygen does not exist in
Your weary body
You cannot remember
The day you lost gravity
You roam through the vastest of spaces
Striving with all your might to make your dance graceful
No one will look at you
Even if you wander to the summit of Mount Sumeru
You long for a drop of rain
To appear on your parched lips
That blue planet of legend
Exists in the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning of dreams
A journey of no less than a thousand years
Is the time for you to meet him
Your slender ten fingers
Strike the keys
Pouring out a language only you yourself can understand
Never changing for anyone
Flashing forth most brightly in the sea of the net
I am a shooting star
Breaking free of every chain
Locking my target into a straight line
On the very day I lay everything down
In that shining and boundless Milky Way
The measure between heart and heart is in light-years
A lone journey shuttling through time and space
Lingering among meteorites, among starbursts,
Is your quietly adorned smiling face
Between star and star
Many masks of many worlds drift
Searching for a single seed of life
In this cosmic space with no air and no soil
The wandering journey
Appears in a flash as a shooting star
The solar wind is my sail
There is the call of a distant and mysterious black hole
A ship roaming time and space
Will, in the course of the journey,
Write the final poem that returns to silence
On the very day of arrival
Concluding in the endless collapse of the nebula
I appear in a flash as a shooting star
Between layer and layer of stars
Pursuing a kind of leisure beyond three dimensions
Constructing amid overlap and interlacing
The instant when time and space stop and summon
You are the king of your own self
Taking the universe of your soul as your palace
With the most dazzling and radiant figure
Roaming in
The place called beyond three dimensions
Your beautiful hair is washed in the Milky Way
Time has already become relatively meaningless
Nebulae gather all around
You pass from Aquarius through to Pisces
Eternal wandering
Who still remembers that shower of shooting stars
Between star-journey and star-journey
Beside that constellation without starlight
What cannot be brought to a stop
Is the return to the most primal longing
There is nothing to serve as your tearful eyes
The combination of hydrogen and oxygen does not exist in
Your weary body
You cannot remember
The day you lost gravity
You roam through the vastest of spaces
Striving with all your might to make your dance graceful
No one will look at you
Even if you wander to the summit of Mount Sumeru
You long for a drop of rain
To appear on your parched lips
That blue planet of legend
Exists in the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning of dreams
A journey of no less than a thousand years
Is the time for you to meet him
Your slender ten fingers
Strike the keys
Pouring out a language only you yourself can understand
Never changing for anyone
Flashing forth most brightly in the sea of the net
I am a shooting star
Breaking free of every chain
Locking my target into a straight line
On the very day I lay everything down
弄花香满衣，掬水月在手。
明月鹭鸟飞， 芦花白马走。
我自一过后，野渡现横舟。
青云碧空在，净瓶水不流。
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明月鹭鸟飞， 芦花白马走。
我自一过后，野渡现横舟。
青云碧空在，净瓶水不流。
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