have you seen the beauty of the night
when neons are out and there is but the altar's light?
though it may not even be a moonlit night,
yet it beholds an unforgettable sight.

have you felt the night's tranquility
when the fevered pace has ceased as if
time suspended temporarily?
and there is just the tic-tac of grandmother's clock,
yet it enables the heart, too long intact.

ah, night! what happiness, what surprise do you store?
when gone is the life of the outside world?
a relaxing sleep, a contented smile, a bright little hope,
for the promise of a new morn's gloss?