You can stare at the sky

So huge so high

All day and all night, you never try.

Yet tears fall, and all you can do is listen to her lullaby,

And when i saw her eyes,

So delecate, golden and dark

Like a blooming tree, frozen in the sky

Decorated by dying stars, stark in the night.

When her song stopped, I knew i would rather die

than live a life without her lullaby.