their white glow outstands the dark.
Their centers lit up like fireflies.
Four thin edges stretched out like a ninja's shuriken.
They are scattered over the heaven
as if Iridessa has tossed her pixie dust in thousands of miles.
The complicated patterns they themselves design
creates a mystery that curious eyes can imagine.
Oh how I wish I can stop
and lie down on the roof
to admire such a postcard-like snapshot.
The constellations remain as mirthful as ever,
that I may trace your dots with one active finger
to seek the answer you have clued.
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