A night always runs out,
and it looks like will be repeated as the previous night.

O night! You're so boring.
I decide to spend the night on writing
and a bottle of wine for drinking.

I won't be able to fall asleep.
What if I decide to write a poem in the times leap?
O night! I have to write it for delight.
But I'm too drunk to write a poem tonight.
O! I’ll still write a poem for sure, right?

I sit down to take the pen.
The paper suddenly goes out of my hand.
Where do you go, my friend?

O my poem!
O my poem!
Please don’t go, my poem!
Please don't go like my darling this morning.
Come here, I want you to accompany my saddest dream by singing.
O night!
O poetry!
Alright, let's start again and don’t worry!

The night is so cold and the poetry is so warm!
What the hell is old, and let me try to lean on your arm!
O night!
I'm looking for words.
My poem will finish and never turns out!
O good, God!
O good, a poem!
Let it go for those words.
Let it lie down with the ink!