华夏丽阳

I thought they were the same thing when I was a child,

The clusters of stars, colors and luminously blurred shapes

Glittering in the darkest sky.

I thought they were the spirits of beauty that I couldn't really find,

Far far away,

Hanging there with invisible strings controlled by

powerful fingers which change their positions all the time.

I just thought they were gorgeous.
 

As I grew older,

The clusters became microsmic.

Shining stars never shine for I knew

they were made of dust and water.

Nebula cannot crawl in the shape of a crab;

Aurora stops waving her goddess's hair;

Constellation has nothing to do with my fortune for today.

And they are not delicious, soft, mysterious and vivid.

I just want to make the truth clear.
 

Seeing the space between them,

The further you can tell,

The less beauty will stay;

Knowing the sourses of myteries,

The more you can understand,

The more boring the world will be.

Life goes through chaos to clearity;

Life goes through abstract to specific;

Life goes through emotions to science;

And the beauty disappears.