flowers of night
Walking alone in the path of dark night,
Dreams are new, black and white.
You were the moon, and firefly, I was,
Happy-time is when night buzz.
Dark night appears after a day of gay.
But some flowers are the night's prey,
You were a single petal, so, I was a bud,
You're now a dark sky and I'm a night's bird.
Darkness is now so intoxicated,
As if it loves us to be waited.
It's perfect when silence occurs around it,
Some flowers are still here to be lit.
You and I are same night's flower,
Who grow up with a black-shiny water.
I am a sapling, you're a shrub.
We both are tiny, but you're still in dark.
