To a Lonely Star

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Ting Shu
To a Lonely Star
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Why are you always looking at me
You are lonely
You are not so beautiful as the swan star
You don’t have so many sisters
from your naissance
It’s not your fault
However, Im guilty
I left many people
Maybe they left me
I don’t have a smiling flower
I don’t have the habit of sending smiling faces
Im often silent in front of the sages
The silence is like a cloud at dusk
I don’t know
I don’t know what you want
really
The albizzia tree covered a little half of sky
Guess
there are still many nights
“I need you not to be lonely anymore”