as night blanket the world and scattered them with stars,
we search where do we belong, Jupiter or even Mars,
how fast is our journey, by spaceship or driving cars,
and when will you reach there, is it totally up to us?
as the moon is shining bright, lighting up the sky,
puzzled of the cosmo, remains mysterious and question why,
yet we still persevere, until the day we die,
regardless the expectation, even if its sky high.
as the luminosity of the southern star would never fade,
learning to be kind, even the world full with hate,
hoping that its exsistance is not too late,
and shine its self, through what ever state...
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