Albireo

Red and blue, symbols of war and peace.
Still, there remains this solemn ease.
In a distant region far from Earth
Are these two stars in harmony and mirth.

Soaring high with the heavens' swan,
As beautiful as the serene city of Milan,
Shining not as bright as the Evening Star,
but still able to heal an old memory's scar.

Though yet its name, for me, is still unclear,
I hold on to it as if it were so dear.
And now, as I look up, my hear yearns
To see this star, the light that burns.

If only I could fly and see them as I pass by.
If only I could reach them as fast as a sigh.
My desires would be relieved from this woe;
My desire to see the two stars of Albireo.