Thank you gloomy night, thank you for everything, thank you gloomy night, you have taught us many things.
You have taught us how we can keep walking and walking, in defiance of our injuries, on our wounded legs.
You have taught us how we can sleep peacefully, in defiance of our soreness, on the rigid bricks.
You have taught us how we can still harbor hopes and still keep seeking water even in all these dried wells.
You have taught us how we can stand looking at all these grim gray monotonous buildings and bridges.
You have taught us how we can tolerate walking beside all these condescending ashy high walls and fences.
You have taught us how we can accept feeling inferior when walking under these ugly high pitch-black pillars of all those bridges.
You have taught us how we can endure patiently sitting alone under these hapless trees, and keep resisting the recurrent memories of our hastily buried dreams,
when the feeble breeze reminds us through the quivering of their leaves.
You have tough us how we can resist the pain of sitting beside this black body of water without our beloved ones.
You have tough us how we can keep seeking consolation from its tiny waves and vent bitterly to its dimly lighted reddish black firmament.
You have taught us how we can endure seeing all these inexpressive, insensitive passersby\'s faces, and bear their emotionless careless gazes.
You have taught us how we can still keep seeking and seeking tender hearts, even amid all these heartless, lifeless chests.
Thank you gloomy night, thank you for everything, thank you gloomy night, you have taught us many things.