The night has a little light of its own

       its not always so dark and alone.

As for, each clouds is soft as

       rocks do falls in love and become soil.

Everyone enjoys doing nothing, even though 

                        usually nobody admits.

We are all lost in fanfare of deadlines and doodling. 

Falling through the inevitabilaty of time, life and death

life is just a open diary of appointments by fate to be meet.

In the days of bleak, the night's blazed black sky full of 

                                    stars is our beige.