<p class="ql-block">I am a tiny star,</p><p class="ql-block">A wisp of faint light the universe scatters over the night veil.</p><p class="ql-block">Each twinkle—</p><p class="ql-block">Is a gentle resistance against the dark.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">I descended to the mortal world,</p><p class="ql-block">Once longing to be a lighthouse,</p><p class="ql-block">Burning with great brilliance.</p><p class="ql-block">But people said:</p><p class="ql-block">“What we need is only money.”</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">At that moment,</p><p class="ql-block">I wished I could dash myself to death!</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Later I came to understand:</p><p class="ql-block">Money is a fine thing，</p><p class="ql-block">It’s the mouse in the cat’s eye,</p><p class="ql-block">The rice in the mouse’s heart.</p><p class="ql-block">Who am l， after all？</p><p class="ql-block">A little grass by the fence，</p><p class="ql-block">How can l compete with money for brilliance?</p>