The sky was so full of stars.
Laying peacefully on his back against the 50-degree inclined slope,
Rovcit’s eyes were enjoying the most charming view on Earth. Typhoon signal
number 8 was on yesterday morning. Rovcit had worried that tonight was a cloudy
night. However, it turned out to be a clear night. Clouds were thin and further
apart from each other. Weather is so unpredictable. Rovcit was glad that
it did not rain. It is so much like life. The stars were million light
years away. He remembered his Physics teacher told his class that human eyes
were able to see objects at infinity, only that they were too small for
the eyes to see clearly. Stars are almost at infinity. I can see them.
Rovcit could not help laughing at himself. That idea was ridiculous. Stars were
like the sun. They were luminous. Therefore he should be able to see it.
He was staring at one star in the middle of the star sea. Which part
of the star am I looking at? If his Physics teacher did not cheat, then this was
a question that was worth asking. This was really a funny thought. How about
the image of it? The lenses were convex lens. Object behind the focus
formed real, erect and magnified image. Oh! Isn’t that a paradox? Both
statements were correct. But how came the star he saw was a tiny as an act?
He decided to leave this question to his teacher.
He suddenly felt warm in his heart. The wind was blowing, creating
chilling sound with the tree branches and leaves. It was weird that he felt
warm. He was thinking of one of his own songs.
The sparkling stars in the starry night,
Reminds me of those days when we were holding hands.
Remember holding me tight.
I wonder why our love ever comes to an end.
He had never experienced love, but that was an easy topic to write
lyrics. He had wanted love, but love had never noticed him. He had been
complaint that most of his products were sentimental. He could not deny, but he
loved it. He just could not help writing about it.
However, he was not feeling warm because of this kind of love, but
friendship. He was imagining whom he wanted to be laying beside him at the time
being. He hesitated. Nho was his first choice, and Hepso was the opportunity
cost. Iddav was near him, so he did not take him as a choice from the list.
However, this choosing reminded him of the recent things he had gone through. Don’t
be such a killjoy! It was not a good time to waste, since the scene could be
rarely seen.
A boy passed by. That boy studied him, and then the boy asked innocently,
“Are you dead?”
Rovcit tried his best not to laugh out. He pretended that he did not hear
the question. He was there not to answer question but to help those who had
chosen the wrong way. That was why he was there, a place where he could see
thousands of twinkling stars. Rovcit had to look like a bad guy and hissed,
“You’re not allowed to talk. Go.” That little boy went away with
disappointment.
Perhaps the stars are behind the focus. No, he had remembered
wrongly. When objects were behind the double of the focal length, images were
diminished. That’s the reason! He was satisfied that he could answer
his own question. He had to try tricking his mates later. They would surely be
confused.
The sky without the stars was black in colour. He remembered another
song, Colour of the Sky, another piece by him. He did not like the lyrics, but
they were there already, and he had not had the time to recompose it. As a
result he left them there. He just hummed the melody of it.
It was not long that he finished his job. Someone collected him. He cast
one last look at the starry sky.
I fly upward toward the dotted sky,
To overlook the whole world one last time.
Still I cannot forget your eyes,
Because your face has been planted in my mind…
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