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An amorous night  

The milieu as amorous room

With the beam of moon

Clearly removed gloom,

And flowers want to bloom.

We are in random dream,

No sadness and grim.

Songs of devotee play on

The winds makes catkin

Rock on,

Heart blows over with pleasure

We are drowned

As hunting treasure.

In the opened sky,

Occasionally some birds fly;

A bucolic tone comes propelling,

Rhythmic minds dance and sing.

The hoarfrost getting together-

 On the pinnacle of grass,

 The moonbeam reflect to rime

As a flash,

Single stars suddenly rush!

We say at once

Be quiet and hush!