In the sky, my heart flows with the stars,
stirring at night, flying high above us.
I twirl and twirl until everything spins,
faster and faster, like the eyes of the world.
You said to me, "What greatness is vast,
as the ocean itself? What patterns are immaculate?"
Then, a meteor appeared, so large it took over
the entire sky, and there was an eclipse,
and it was vast. The vastness was immaculate.
Everything was pure. Everything grew dim.