The sole house in the midst of clouds
Floating eternally through the obscure routes
Wandering across the endless skies
To be where the falling stars mimic the fireflies

Far it was, the vault of heavens
Beyond man’s reach
Yet the house never stopped soaring towards it.
Armed with a burning patience,
it moved forward to the splendid cities of Utopian crest

While wandering for years across the sky  
Half of the house worn away.
The other half soon halted
and endured forever being quiet and vacant.