PUISI "Night From Dusk"

Slippery trail mounts
The creek creeps up
Dog howls like a shade
I'm getting confused

The wind blows the valve
The face is obviously nervous
Eyes fainted
I may not be able to

The natural voice greeted
Time is almost gone
I closed my eyes
I may miss her

I do not know what the night looks like
Wrapping a bleak story
The story of a cruel ruler
I may still have a grudge

His face grew more greeting
My imagination was bought by his smile
He came suddenly
I am in love

I miss the prophecy
Like before
I gave him a name
Night from Dusk