The sun crawls down to west,
With yellow kissing red,
And every bird returns to its nest,
And every man returns to his bed.

And darkness overtake the world,
With sparkling stars like hanging tears,
And all's arranged in a special mold,
And the twinkles never cease.

For the night is so beautiful,
Though so scary,
O why is our heart so fearful,
By a thing made so beautifully?

Why do we close our eyes to the moon?
Why don't we enjoy the night?
And why do we see it as such a big gloom
And don't enlarge our eyes for its soft light?

But I must close my eyes as well,
Ignore the thing that makes me gay,
And like all return to the hell
Of the burning day.