Some night I wake up
Some nights I sud denly wake up
Feel depressed and lonely in the darkness
I still feel like the people but ...
My breath is no longer the human language
I want more light in the room tonight
Like the forest with the birds singing
Not like a battlefield after the war
Like the quiet stream in the valley
Does the owl still make the noise outside
And the moon lie down on the roof ?
The water in the lake hardly ripples
So that the light wind makes a lovely song
So many nights I have an ache in my soul
Feel depressed and lonely in the darkness
I wish I could hear the voice of my beloved
Or the noise .... even " just the noise " ...
October 30,2002
