Thousands of nights, tens of thousands of stars –
Crying, flowing, I embrace them,
Yearning for you, my beloved, so intensely
That my tears run dry.
Like a cradle, it sways –
This era, a fleeting boat of transience.
Even the fingertips that once intertwined
Dissolve into the wind’s mischief.
A single hollow heart
Travels the Milky Way,
Believing it will someday arrive,
Praying for this path marked by aching longing.
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