Haunting Night

The night was a strangely haunting weather

To be or not to be was vague

There was a loneliness that was sympathetic

The capital of thorns and dust was also less

The whole scene was cut short by the eye

The color of the night was astonishing

The world is called the world of Ho

He was a scholar and he was a scholar

The thorns were crooked heads, the tornadoes were silent

There was mourning in the desert today

The lights were bright all around

The reflection in the mirror was your dimness

All the things are haunting at night