9 p.m.

Relaxing in the platform.

Looking around soundly.

Sipping a cup of hot chocolate.

Savoring the smell of the eventide.

Counting down to the end of the day.

10 p.m.

Haven't make a deal with the night yet.

Watching so many luminous edifices.

Wondering if they are still struggling with the day.

24 hours seem not enough.

11 p.m.

Begin to think that the world doesn't even need to slumber.

They don't stop, they keep on going.

And sad to say, I'm one of them.

12 a.m.

Finally, the lights were off one after one,

they're off.

Perhaps they stop because their duty has done,

or perhaps they just have been felt weary.

Finally the night heartily feels like night.

This is what I'm waiting for.

The best lullaby of mine; silence.