With me a star in the sky,

I can see it clearly-

beautiful, luminous and strong,

plays with a shadow and suffering.

It thinks they are its power.

In union we flirt

with the viewer.

I am a star, exhausted one,

I am the candle,

although I fight,

not only with myself.

I was looking for solace,

deceptive relief when,

illusion plays me

and brings false peace.

It lasts a short time

and follows me.

I'm in hell again

but I still shine.

In the mirror of my soul,

I see me, me there,

me still.

I am the star

power of light

...forever!