little star
200110626 echo 李嘉欣
I always remember that day
When I looked up at the sky;
The stars burst into my eyes
Then I counted them one by one;
laying on the wet but soft sand
I stared up at the stars in the salty wind;
The moonlight fell on my face
Closed eyes, as if I heard their whispers;
So wonderful a night
So hard to find in modern cities;
When the melody of darkness comes
I see the tears of little stars;
Once puerile dream,
layer by layer like ripples;
I'm going to find my little star
The brightest one;
Dreaming of another summer night
A funeral with one star;
Dream of starlight appearing and dying
And cherished childhood.
