Constellations

[Aichi]

 

Constellations
 

The stars rise up to the sky

and draw pictures of animals
 

How deep were they once,

the nameless heaven’s lights?
 

They pitch again a tent

and superimpose onto our lids
 

There is no longer pain …
 

There will only be a laugh to ring out,

which is carried by hands of amicability
 

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