The Shooting Star

The Shooting Star

The Milky Way across the summer sky,

between times bursts off shining shooting stars,

Are they the sky's tearful and silent cry,

Are they the starry River's blinking scars.

And shall I make a wish to bet on my luck,

Or shall I bet a giant  has just gone,

No matter how it is, joyful or glum,

People's feelings in tears never go wrong.

When a meteor showers at skyline

Polar light regrets he is not brighter

Lover's tearrful eyes see in wind a chime

Wolves raise heads howling at the sky higher

If Galaxy were made of  all the tears

Each tear comes down as a repeat to stare