Ants are hidden in the roots of the maples
Falling leaves are making mute signs in wind
It's a fall night , the moon wanes
and stars are tired
but the black clouds are flowing and dancing unbridled
when love died ,it's in the heaven ,and there's a long distance from the earth
I feel so closely to death after the dearest passed
I turn off lights and compel myself to fall asleep
Trying best to go through the darkness to dream
But in the end, I find the reality has prodded my speechless point
and it also aims at my death point