(April 15, 2013)
Look, the night puts on her glimmering necklace!
I listen, searching the empty sky for your young voice.
Everything seems falling.
From the heaven, you watch the lit-up city below—
Night folds another broken heart;
silent, even our teardrops…
I want to light another candle,
pray for you to sleep
and wake up with the sunrise.
I want our joyful teardrops
to find you a new day—
Alive again and dressed for school, for work,
to run, to cheer…
the finish line, a happy journey.
Be alive, be home!
Simple like that, how grateful!
Could a day become a fresh page?
Could we erase the sadness and rewrite the end?
Could we all wake with the sunrise
but not the nightmare
so we could listen—
the night is beautiful
beautiful…