When it rains, the sky often seems immersed in an otherworldly contemplation.
Then it seems to me that only a poem can describe exactly what the heavenly sea feels.
But this heavenly writing remains lonely even in her random socialization.
Those moments take action the routes of stary lights, which mold the called starlight.
To thus created the first emblem of the myth of the stars, which even silently are seeking the common text of the universe.
Besides, when the sky cries with rain, a small text grows and instills its meaning to human eyes.
Besides, nothing surprising does happen, it suffices to consider the lives of legends where stars instill the feelings of our existences.
After all, the starlight is a true happiness.
I felt it, I see it, I will enjoy it forever.