Poem by Tống Thu Ngân (Mimosa Purple)
TTN 1547
NIGHT LISTENING THE
FADE CENTURY
Night
The planets do not sleep
Still sparkling with fire
Floating lives
The long night of the century fades
Mankind’s spirit was reeling in a pandemic
Night
The wind screamed and lamented
Cry for the poor angels
Know where to find a peaceful place
There is a peaceful place
When the universe has faded
Night
The floating galaxies mourn
Just tired of waiting for dawn
Why is just ice
Why is just blind
And the prayers lament
Wake up
Rejoicing the fading century
Wind sweeps, clouds drift, people helpless
Feeling love each other than ruined humanity
This century is still a lot of lies
This century is full of greed
Still do not understand what happiness is
Just cheating on each other like a joke
Dead step still not awake or stars
Awake or not or pretend love is not awake
Hands that have been dipped in indigo can not wash them
Know when the end is broken
The human merchant in the night fades to the century…
