The city lights even go blind.
The dark night remains still alive.
Everything’s getting dimmed, one by one.
It feels like it’s been happening for years.
The age-old road feels lonely
like nothing ever truly belonged to them.
I asked the leaves, “Why aren\'t you falling?”
They whispered, “It’s not yet time for shedding.”
Everything is calm, so tranquil.
Nothing has bothered their sleeping.
I really enjoyed that sleepless night
from high on the mountain that touched the sky.
The night was too blurry for my eyes
I couldn’t keep them open or closed.
I don’t know why.