Bleak October

There were many nights that I couldn't sleep

My emotion was suffused and crept

In the vessel of my soul I've been kept

I can't anticipate that push me to weep.

When I found you, I've felt merriment

The motion of macrocosm was good and quiescent

But all of these were only at the rudiment

My happier days became bereavement.

My heart died in this bleak October

Like All Saint Days in the 1st day of November

My spirit was burned by the flying ember

Every moment of my life it seems vesper.

The verdant grass speaks into my senses

While my hope is hanging in the branch of cypress

I was thorn by the wild black roses

In my way, there's many things like to transverse.