By Wei Wei
I long for the distant planet,
where man has never trode.
Around the blue and varing atmosphere
a spirit grows in silent.
The species, the whole universe,
was merely a lonely island.
We do follow our own trace,
which has long been destined.
With no doubt and not even a sigh,
the soul was given up.
We step forward the eternal peace,
to share the unutterable thought.