.... falling star.
The crossties bear small flowers, the rusty tracks line up side by side
I walk barefoot on the weadows, when I incidentally look up to the moonless starry sky
A panorama of falling stars downpouring, a twinkling from some ten thousand light years
The sequined Greek mythologies color the azure clear sky (1)
My tiptoes blotted, I walk pulling your hand
With my dirtied palm as you look up to the sky
I will not forget it, the true color of the landscape that you loved
But now, even the stardust is too dazzling
Lovers swallowing back their tears and shivering
Their hands, fastened so warmly it is sad
Do not forget it,