The moon is the wound of the night.
At night I light the stars with my breath.
Dugu, like a fever, is greatest at night.
The longest road has an end, the darkest night will greet the morning.
How can the light of day know the depth of night's darkness?
The lighthouse is always there at night. You only see it when the light is on.
In the daytime I am nothing, and at night I am myself.
Love may be a quieter and deeper feeling than the wild, fleeting pleasure of a tryst at night.
Black with cold camouflage strong, the night to quiet endure desolation, I keep dusk, keep the night.
I love to lie on the grass at night and look up at the stars, but I would not like to be a star myself.
The sun is gone, the tide is gone, the bright moon night, handed over you who can no longer see me and can no longer speak.
There is sorrow in the world that cannot be tear-shed, which cannot be explained, nor could it be understood if it were explained. It will never change, like snowflakes on a windless night quietly deposited in the bottom of my heart.
在多风的夜晚，有一盏星子，还没有休息，是谁的眼晴呢？还不休息。On a windy night, there is a star that has not rested. Whose eye is it? No rest.
In this helpless night of the intoxicating spring breeze, I would wander everywhere until it was about to dawn.