A peaceful and boundless night, a pimping star twinkles the weakest light in a coner.She is tottering, wanting to fall from
and skim over sky with a long tail same as a meteor, but hers flashes is not dazzling, hers tail not long.
She is so common, just a nameless star, nobody knows her name in the immensity starry sky, Even if she vanished one day, still not memorized or called by somebody.
The star is away from her home, no group, no space, even no light belong her. She is lonely, unassisted and
helpless, she is too commonplace, too helpless, too lonely .
Sometimes she comfort herself: I have my own sky, I am the best there, by then she becomes most dazzling.
Sometimes she cries secretly: My group, I could have a better group. By now I will be not helpless and not lonely anymore .
When fantasy has flooded the brain, when imagination has substituted the reality, she fells from the sky .
A star’s final destiny is - - skimming over the starry sky with Earth's person's wishes;
A lonely star’s final destiny is just—falling but without good wishes, this is the final also the best foreordination. She feels so happy when she is falling for not as a star and a lonely star any longer
Who could recall such a star at the monument of its vanishing? who can
remember a such person at the day which I leave?
Nobody could remember such an alone star, Because she is too commonplace, she is not someone among them. Nobody can remember she, because she too strives to excel, she is not one of them of their world .
She is she, a lonely star, she only shines faint light alone in a corner, lives in her self-fantasy world. She only then is dazzling, only then stops the fantasy only the day which she falls from the sky,