In cold at the end of October night,
Sitting on the roof and warm blanket all wrapped around me,
And just staring at the lovely moon.

The moon was perfectly in shape,
Nor half nor crescent,
Just a perfect round shape.
The moon is shining so brightly as if it is the most beautiful goddess of the world.

Everything around me was dead silent,
No birds nor animals wont make any sound until the first light of the dawn.
But only the dark animals are awake to seek and haunt for their sleeping preys.

But I hear the sweeping sound of the cold air.
Feeling the cold harsh air,
As if it is carrying a magic spell,
To make people's heart shiver and cold itself and Thinking that nothing can break its magic spells.
But when the sun rises from the great...