Summer Stars—the Sleepless Scars ----To Vincent Van Gogh
Hair of cypresses sticks into heart of the cloud
Spire is touching deep of the sky
Resembling all heat and brightness
Starry sky is sparkling in the summer night
Scatter all over the darkness are the burning stars
Rolling and roaming far-away in the sky
Keep all their eyes shut
Silent houses had fall asleep under the summer night
While still fighting in vain is the sleepless soul
Now a fierce struggle in eyes of the sky
No one knows whether summer night was painted by the soul
Or the soul painted by the summer night
Spiritual flood striking cell of sense
Then all the world was distorted and revolving as the sky
How brave the flame is of the burning stars
Give birth to eternity of the summer night
No one knows the restless and suffered soul
Whose sorrow and burden simultaneously grow