
my night feels increasingly quietalong the constellations chasing dreamsstaring at the moon as if dimly dimgrimly silent in the heartfirefly dances just floaton the silent, self-gazing without the shadowconfined endless anxietylamenting the gloomy alienationwill happiness only be present in the imaginationin the arms of daydream without any certaintycovered in dreams that might not comethe body droops in the empty voidthe morning sky red was greetingbut the eyes cannot be closed toowaiting for hope...