NIGHT (Adapted and translated)

Night.
A conflagration of emotions
My inner spirit exlaims to the ends
A futile cry to her head
That shall never turn again

Night.
I choke with regrets and pining
The phone craves to come alive
Yet the bridge of trust has already sunk

Night.
When ghouls and spirits linger
Life's reality is just as stark to them
A withered flower needs no grooming

Night.
It extincts just like this
Winds of fate have swept me off my feet
My world fades into reality

Night.
A spiritless period.