The stars record arcanely
in a script decipherable to no one.
From the swirls of infinite words,
billions of books are born.
To me, the sky is too vast,
and time is too swift.
Without knowing anything,
I'm gathering words in vain,
which only end up rotting in the earth.
Yet still, I will clamor.
Not even knowing why, I raise my voice.
May my echo continue up into the celestial space.
Then, a new sun will eventually rise as well.
The despicable darkness answered me,
saying that no one has ever seen the future.
I reach my hands into the empty sky,
and grasp the cold wind.
Oh, despair, blow through me!
All dreams and agonies will become the past.
In the faint twilight above the snoozing earth,
I walk forward
towards the tomorrow that's not yet visible.