The Night Song

Looking up at the western sky

I often see a blinking star 

Waving her hands at me.

She sometimes calls by my name.

It's one o'clock now,

I'm trying to peek out

Through my broken pane

But can't find anything.

I can see the colour neither of

The leaves nor of the flowers;

It is only the dark

Dancing on my Shoulder.

A dimmed flame's coming 

From the deep of the darkness.

She's looking into my eyes

And I'm falling in love repeatedly.

But I can't find the way to meet her.

It's the hottest night of the year,

Foxes are howling nearby.

I'm listening to the elegy 

Coming out of the soul

Of a narrow stream.

The melting candle of my closet

Calling by my name aloud.

She wants my company

Before she goes out.