They Are Lamps

They are not laughing flowers,

Those who come to murmur,

They are the lamps, not the stars

Those who are happy are extinguished.

They don’t want to hide and seek

Under the Sapphire cloud,

They want to extinguish,

Better from their childhood.

Those who want to burn for us

But we burn ourselves

In his fire.

So they are the lamps, not the stars

Those who are happy are extinguished.