Yet, I was bounced by the silvery still silence...
across the measureless distance...
What I seen is only the unforeseen future...
with the miraculous nature...
I waited patiently, soundlessly,
for the living direction....
The enduring journey seemed perpetual,
till the day I conquer the mystery of life.
But the epitome of time passed by swiftly,
like the ephemeral life of a butterfly....
I was going to die,
and diminished into the infinite shy...
To be born without a sound,
to disappear without removing any dust away...
Too tiny to be remarkable....
Too short to be impressive....
Yes, this is my customary story of a shooting star....