Night, a dark night, harmonious and shy
sings over old branches of trees with sigh!
I am thoughtful when night warns: “Storm, rain!”
And it is night in the world when I am in pain.
And I am thoughtful again, “What if rain pours everywhere!”
If throws the world like a boat in water so rare.
When it comes obscurity, the dark night
I think again what will be for us the morning light!
If the morning’s life peak from mountain’s bed!
If the morning covers its face from this storm, this dread!! ... Ellie bing