As the sun sets to turn into dark
the clamor slowly fades and becoming still
Indeed the day is about to end;
At night I hear the echoing sound of silence
where everything sinks in
I'd look up and wonder from afar,
am I too calm?
As time goes by, the sun arises
I come to think that day is not as exciting as night
where quietness is bound to me
and silence is my peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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