The moon bravely immerses the face of the twilight
Stripping her dress robs her of beauty
Locked up and stuck in the dark
Forgotten and buried in stories
A lonely night without poetry
Mourning nature is silent
Castrated delusion
Sprinkle flowers on the tomb of the image
A day without literacy
Sprinkled the pen above the dream
Paper virgins are not passionate
Clumping ink clogs the pulse
Withered roses in the lap of darkness
There are no words of praise
The strings of an angel's harp are cut off
What is picked is accompanied by diction
Poets killed rhyme characters
Lying soundly in the courtyard of the full moon
The poet is hypnotized by a sweet dream
Forget about written rhymes
Dark world covered by clouds
Unbelievably beautiful the sun and moon
Rainbow fairy tales become a hoax
Not written beautifully in writing
The poet is fast asleep waiting for the morning
Awaken the image in the canary song
Killed by dew stabbed by the sun
Flooded with imagination
Let one night without poetry
Let's be hugged in silence for a moment
Let it be a night without poetry
So that fatigue goes flowing