Scattered Star
The star fragment has chosen another.
Darling, if your heart is righteous—
and if you desire to guard the cosmos,
I will wait a hundred years for you.
When these colors fade to grey,
you’re a million miles away.
Galaxy heart, soar as high as you want my love.
Torched within, I yearn for those eyes once more.
These endless cycles of night and day,
light and darkness, they both exist inside.
I must see you again.
Yet, I can’t bear the torment of isolation.
Spilling grounds, wind cyclones, eruptions.
Signs of your imminent arrival.
I can’t endure this anymore.
My time here has been a spec in the span of your quest.
The power of the cosmos
My galactic empress.
Now that the storm has finally come,
I wait patiently in the field of flowers.
Dreaming of seeing my shooting star once more.
I haven’t forgotten your canvas, paramour.
If I must wait another hundred years,
I will follow your path of stardust.
Because that is the will of the heavens,
the fate determined by the stars.
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