Stars chasing stars,
hills chasing,
hills,
trees running,
lurking,
blink of an eye,
all disappears without a trace,
everything in haste,
the past catching up,
then disappears,
hastily,
the same vastness,
the moon,
speaks of its thoughts and loneliness,
lengthy flowing in the hills,
meditating on the train of life,
silently counting,
the fleeting platforms.