Night is blank, night world is blank
Easy to walk on it, easy to feel it
Because there is nothing, in night understanding is nothing
Watching that colour, colourless colour.
Night hides flying feelings, scary feelings
Not looking up, not giving up
Just stopped, again stopped
To walk again, to gain again.
In that moment, blank moment
Where answers are not answering, life stopped answering
Life pushes to that point, tiring point
No words then, no feelings then.
Clouds are filling blankness, fog is filling blankness
Night's own moving art, gloomy art
Silence everywhere, mysterious silence everywhere
Feeling it, living it.
Night takes it, night faces it
Night is real, makes real
Emotions walks at night, tiring night
Blank answer, night's answer.
