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?