As stars are drifting pass us
They do not notice you or me,
But there is you and here is me
We are the ones who see the shiny dust.
They do not care of what sort you come,
Meaningless are your habits
No attention to words of value,
Only you see the point of stars.
You say I am one of them
Above the ordinary on the Earth, glittering
You see me and wonder about the closeness
Yet do not realize that stars are never alive.
You mention the beautiful
As they are lightning your path
No purpose though for our actions
Stars only belong to the moon.