A quiet night captured in the city

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May 29, 2018

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By Zhu Enhua | 00:01 UTC+8 May 29, 2018 |

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If possible, let the next dream become quiet.

Watching the evening glow fall outside the window,

While countless lights rise in the eve of city.

Setting sun blurred, stars are still shining, from the sky toward earth.

A moment, the city was silent, surrounded by wind at night,

In my dream, water rumbled while stars flow inside, among dark islands.

Shadows and brightness overlapped in the midst of endless sea.

When oars are ceased to be feathered, lamps far away appear like fireflies.

Light blooms, together with aloofness and tranquility.

Tunes flood, night is brightened by melodious voice.

On the top of the tower, we could see another flaming sea,

It is burning, claiming that night would never come to the city.

However, moonlight and falling leaves still calmly suggest,

Birds may bring the night with cool dew on their wings.

Just as a clear spring, night washed away loneliness but left us a floating dream.

Warm light slowly gathers, symbolizing the end of night.

Shadows collapse when French windows welcome the dawn light.

Trees shiver when their leaves lighted by the last lamp in street before sun comes out.

I would sit in the darkness before daybreak, wait the sky gradually turns blue.

I will also see my dream flows from night to day with pure silence.

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