Starry Night Is Not Immortal
I am, indeed, love the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night But the starry night is not immortal Dark clouds, raging storm would not hesitate to pay a great visit The wind blown might be too cold Its chill crawling down my spine Seeping through the layer of my blankets Sent me shivering on my thin matress Tell me, star, do I have no reason to be afraid of the Lord of the darkness?