"The Sound of The Night"
by: Yasue Larsen

I lie still in my bed,
Listening to an orchestra of the deepened night.

Far, far above in the blue moon, there is a sound of,
The lonesome heart beats of a dark angle for longings,
The cries of trapped souls for freedom,
The murmur of lost souls for eternal rest.

Whispers of the lovers echo through the eternal universe,
Even though an origin of them differs,
they speak the common language of love.

I lie still in my bed,
Waiting for night rest to visit.
A clock starts to race with tomorrow.
The seeps start to jump over a fence.
A monster awakes once more from darkness.

I lie still in my bed,
Listening a fading sound of the night.
I hear a night going to sleep,
I hear morning’s laughter on lighting horizon.