Spirits of the Dark Night
Spirits of the dark night dancing in the sky
A vague view appears in the silent eye
Everyone’s shouting and laughing
While only me stay in my corner lone, and cry
Spirits of the dark night shivering in the starlight
So do the dreams of future in the moonlight
So do the faded flowers in sensitive eyes
So do the beautiful tears filling in lonely eyes
Tears cannot wash out the shadowy past
And sensitivity lost the battle against cruelty at last
Angels with wings have no much sorrow to carry
Eger to return to them, my heart will never rust
I don’t know whether it is the dark guilty night blurs my sight
Or my eyes blur the guilty night
Only can I hear is the pace of spreading silence
Only can I see is the scream of rising indifference
Frost freezes the helpless flower
Covered and control, a fitting shroud
My emotion suffered too, of its power
Drive out all my proud
Highly standing are the stars insecure
With their fate not sure
Dizzy height bestow them of sublime
And degeneration seems as an unbearable crime
Eyes of spirits winking as the stars
Glimmering a whole night of heaven’s stinging scars
Look up the sky I bear the same anguish
Whose eyes are winking I can not distinguish
Glance from heaven grows dimmer on me
Here I am, while can not they see
Well, with a farewell I end the fierce fight
Nothing can I do but back to my cold night
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