324 poem The multiple stars Twinkling high Admired never like moon.

I shut my eyes to pandemonium ears to negativity mouth to superfluous stories.

Build the way or break the wall to harvest the victory!!

I am perfect with blemishes of my heart.

Late night thoughts are twinge composed by hell.

She: Let us l o v e till stars void out. He: Then I will plant stars till I fade. And come to be a star in the heaven so our l o v e nevermore fades.