An old porch as dim as the night without stars,
Stood the silhouette of a woman,
Who bear the unique beauty of the unnamed goddess.
Hair as black as the ebony so soft,
Lips as red as cherry,
Skin as delicate as evening snowflakes.
And her eyes, though they are as colorful as the cold sea breeze,
I could still see the sadness and unbearable pain.

Upon that second glance at her, I realized she's barefoot,
Her tiny feet touches the wooden floor;
Where it creates a creaking sound as she move.
She is staring at the starless sky of the night.
But all I knew, there's a lonely moon up there,
And hid behind the thick dark grey clouds,
Who is ashamed she might witness how it shine poorly.

It is evening at the Northern parts of the world,
The whole place are as quite as the...