I cried with the night. 

When the nightingale stopped singing,

My poor umbrella!  

The moon’s reflection,

 Loneliness is elegant.

On a lonesome pond.

Life makes me too old.

Death humiliates my life.

I’m glad there is love.

When I come, you’ll leave.

Moonlight dims, and autumn grieves.

I’m so so naive.

Iron turns to rust,

My body will burst into dust,

Trust the dust, I must.

Who spilled my bottle?

The Inebriated ground!

Who is the drunken?

What is half of us?

Nowhere to be found in this;

It’s not me or you.

Like the sun, I shine,

Like the moonlight, I promise.

To create more love.

12/11/18 Haloo