Where's Atlair?
It is the one I'm searching for— but it's too bright.
Too early for stars, too early for creating scars.
But how can I breathe, if I'm blinded by sunlight?
Inhale this oxygen, the one everyone breathes,
But this one is what chokes me.
I need to stop breathing in order to live,
Not now— not now— But how can I wait?
It is there in the sky, but it's too invisible—
And right now is not the time to die as I'm too invincible—
However.I cannot wait. When can I walk?
It is still daylight, so I have to rest.
It is still heating, so I have to cool down.
'Till the cloud reveals the naked galaxy,
To the extent eclipse can blind everyone's eye (but me)
Only I, only I can fathom the constellation.
It is only me who can undress the truth of Milky Way,
So I have to get up. But soleil is still up.
It hurts to feel frozen. It hurts to see everyone smiling
At this ugly, deceitful day.
It hurts. And I have to ease everyone's pain.
It's still daylight, still not midnight,
But where's Vega?