Confessions of the night

The silence of the night is only to wait for the dawn to break through the silence.
- The inscription has come,
The evening wind blew,
Wipe off the last remaining temperature.
In this wind,
Gently echoing -
Who can understand me?
I say,
I am afraid only,
This ruthless breeze.
In this air,
Heavy condensation of this words -
Who can understand me?
I say,
I am afraid only,
This thin air-conditioning.
Deliberately and unconsciously squatting this month -
Who can understand me?
I say,
I am afraid this is,
This cold moonlight.
People have always praised the light,
But hate my darkness.
Maybe I am wrong,
It’s my darkness,
Blindfolded eyes,
Make them not understand the darkness.
I waited quietly,
Who will wake up my true feelings.
I am helplessly waiting,
Who will reveal my darkness.
I am silent this night,
Waiting for the dawn of his day.

The second day: no question