Those nights in the street!
All alone in the street,
Walking with the fresh air breeze,
The cold water flowing under the bridge,
Making the fish shivering in it.
All the fauna in their dreams,
Except the wolf howling at the sky.
The street light blinking over me,
Wishing me good night.
Ambling strolling and walking,
Reached the enchanting grass weeds,
Jump over the spiny fence,
I sat on the bench.
Beside me is the watchman,
Drowsing with the watermelon in hand.
Why thanking god for this wonderful life,
The moon came to my site.
Suddenly the lights went off,
But the full glowing moon is on!
Comforted me with its light,
And I was under its sight.
The moon flower came to its bloom,
Dispatching up the gloom.
Leisurely and calmly I took the mellon,
Filled my empty gut.
The night was flourishing colder and colder,
And I was moving older and older.
I always kept gazing at the moon,
But was never I drained.
I wish if I was also like the moon,
Showering my glow all over,
Winning the moon flower come to it's full bloom.