the night farewelled the last voyager
through inside the headlights of dreams
how his weary eyes could see this magic
all he need now is a plain memory
he will sleep tonight, sleep all the night
he's too optimist, yet what a memory
well seen combination of the dark colors
as if that is the dread protrait, his mind painted
he knows this what should be
he sleeps, he sleeps a long midnight
as the seconds compete, dream never ended
he became conscious but he was still sure
he would face up with the smiles of daylight
even the headlights still dancing for him
what a deep slumber, he's drown tonight
then he felt warmness partly on his face
he's convinced as if the morn awaking him
but was just a tear of forlorn night
it tended to explain (the sun passed away)
he cannot believe this, won't believe
now who could tell him the sick reality
'he still stands towards his half opened window
a slower kind of wind kissing his face tenderly
he thinks she will rise again, will born again
if so why should the night farewelled him'
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