Canvas of the Stars

I believe I wrote this around 2024. I wrote it because I wanted to depict a scene of pure love.

It's a scene of two people nurturing their world of love under the cold autumn or winter sky.

Canvas of the Starry Sky
We speak to the starry sky on a cold night
There are so many constellations
So many different lights
Shall we paint a new constellation?
You and I converse
Under the sweet starry sky
We become painters of love
Under the cold night sky
We become painters of stars

We speak to the canvas of our pure night
There are so many different Pleiades
So many different stars
Shall we dream of and paint a joyful constellation?
You and I make love

Under the sweet starry sky
We become the power of love
Under the cold night sky
We become the light of the stars

We converse with the moon and the stars
The sky that paints the constellation of our love
The light of our love
is our canvas of the starry sky

Under the sweet starry sky
We become painters of love
Under the cold night sky
We become painters of stars
The sky we paint
The world is our canvas of the starry sky

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The eyes of love we paint are like Holmes in the starry sky
English translate

Canvas of the Starry Sky
On a cold night beneath the stars,
You and I speak to the sky,
To countless constellations,
To countless rays of light.
Shall we draw a brand-new constellation,
You and I, talking heart to heart?

Beneath the sweet and starlit sky,
I’ll become a painter of love.
Beneath the cold and endless sky,
I’ll become a painter of stars.

On the pure canvas of our quiet night,
We whisper to the heavens,
To countless Pleiades,
To countless dreams of hope.
Shall we dream and paint
A joyful constellation,
You and I, loving one another?

Beneath the sweet and starlit sky,
I’ll become the strength of love.
Beneath the cold and endless sky,
I’ll become the light of the stars.

The moon and stars speak together,
Of the constellation of our love,
Of the light of our two hearts.
The sky we paint
Becomes the canvas
Of our own starry world.

Beneath the sweet and starlit sky,
I’ll become a painter of love.
Beneath the cold and endless sky,
I’ll become a painter of stars.

The world we paint
Is a canvas of stars.

The love we paint,
The eyes that gaze upon it—
Are the Home of the Starry Sky.