She whispered into the cold: "Yoake o matsu, hoshitachi e."
Then the first bird sang, and the stars were gone. Would you like this as a typography layout, a haiku sequence, or lyrics for a slow instrumental track? yoake o matsu, hoshitachi e.
The treeline glowed silver-gray.
This is a beautiful, evocative phrase in Japanese. She whispered into the cold: "Yoake o matsu, hoshitachi e