The Starry Night
The Starry Night
Holding onto the iron window, gazing at Alpilles,
It's a magnificent night, filled with stars,
I wonder, is it possible? I'm on hills,
Reaching the peak and touching the stars.
I truly enjoy walking in a wheat field,
I'm about to lose my mind in front of the Morning Star.
The smoothly breezing wind hits my face,
Making me feel among the gorgeous stars.
I was thinking, how amazing it would be to live here,
Then I realized I am in the asylum; I must live here forever.
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