The wondrous sound of the night reminds me of a time where the clock does not stop to ring at midnight where the busy streets became busy lights and within that long and winding road, there is nothing.
I can hear nothing, and such sound is frightening. I hated it once, where I am just a child And now I wanted to embrace the night Full of nothing and devoid of everything.
Silently I walked about the night, walking and listening to the sound That meant that the night doesn't wish to leave me
And I really didn't wish to leave The cold, silent, wondrous night,
This was my fondest memory of summer before I returned to school. I had problems with my school and it's difficult to look for escape. The night was my escape then and still is. Still, it cannot hide the fact that there is indeed an event that needs to be mediated.