Basket of sky is filled with stars;
And full of people, crust of earth;
When men leave, born are stars;
Sky basket thus full, never short.

Why people stare at stars in sky?
To get glimpse of someone known;
To ask him to reserve berth nearby
He may visit him soon on his own.

Though the basket of sky ever full;
Never tight, ever light; keeping cool;
Come one, come all, always happy.
To receiving his kins in his canopy.

When we die, we fly and go to sky,
To visit our own kins. Why to cry?