Dear Twinkle Shooting Stars,
Where you hearts are?
For why have you gone up so far
And jump down like flashes and thunders?
Right, eyes —
Where are your eyes looking at?
Look so distorted and cold,
But sweet like sugar
Bitter like poison
And sour like the juice of a lemon;
Look so warm,
Yet feel so cold.
Dear Twinkle Shooting Star,
In love you are?
For love is like you, Shooting Star,
Can never go back at all.
Written on 24 November 2013.
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