Sunyinya night atmosphere in the village

When I visited in a village on the edge of a mountain valley.
The night I walked in the middle of a long path.
Splitting the rice fields on the lonely side of the embankment.

The sound of howling a dog of the faint faint sounds in the distance setting up a tumbling bow
The sound of the rushing stream of the small river alongside the road added to the desolate state.
A cold night breeze adds to the daze that is hard to describe.
The breeze of the night breeze brushed against the hair that covered the tightly wrinkled face.
Fear and horror ambush the soul and body.

The stars are visible in the sky above the sky.
The sounds of grasshoppers seemed to come and go during the trip
Added to the horror and frightening silence.
The sounds of leaves and the grinning of the trees were blown away by the wind.
The silence that surrounds really creeps the soul.

The night moon pokes out between the slowly moving clouds.
Moving and rolling slowly sometimes closes and drains the moonlight.
Its light shines on the left right side of the road until it is far ahead.
The road in front is as endless as the eye sees.