A Star
I named the star most sparkling in the Milky Way
With your name,
After complete darkness creeps into my village.
The winter night is the cradle of my dream.
All nights from Spring to autumn did not present
Such a sparking crystal beauty to me.
I climb up the mountain in order to see you closely.
The star comes into my dream,
When everybody sleeps,
The most beautiful star comes into the poet’s dream
That may never return to the Milky Way.
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