There are stars that light the sky,
But all eyes seek the moon up high.

Gardens bloom with countless trees,
Yet flowers steal the hearts with ease.

Just like that, the world is wide,
But in this crowd, with none to hide—
My eyes, they find but only you,
In every face, in every view.

Though many men may catch one’s gaze,
My heart looks yours in silent praise.

And do you know the reason why?
Because—
You are love’s first breeze that ever blew.

If on some night—
You feel utterly alone,
Even if unknowingly,
Just once, let me know.

I will be the silver moon—
Sending you a gentle gleam of light!

If the sun’s fire begins to burn you,
Then at least once—
Remember me.

I will be the cloud—
Weaving a cool canopy,
To stop that burning pain!

If you wish—
To wholly become mine;
Then send me—
A flying letter from the clouds!

I will be—
A strong embrace,
Wrapping you close to me!

what guilt will your grave give up
to a wandering pilgrim

what few words chiselled
in stone

for a life lived
and deaths arrival.