The painful night.

The painful night.

The night conspires against me,
so the moon hides its face.
Even the silence conspires against me,
so the cicadas shouting with shrill voice.

The wind does not ally with me,
so it stops to blow.
The fireflies are not with me,
so they hide behind the shadow.

Millions of stars twinkling in the sky,
as if they are making fun.
They know this elongated distressed night
preventing to rising the sun.

Even my love conspires against me.
So it pains my heart.
I want to have someone
who will never hurt.