Dawn's original poem

The night is over.

Like a plate of autumn moon

Melted in the faint light,

Sink in a spring.

This is September.

This is a beautiful painting,

The grass is crystal clear.

Just like the hometown of the south.

Muggy early spring.

I broke up with my friend,

Give me a heart.

Buried in ancient stone walls,

Alone with you.

You,

But farther than the bright moon—

Dawn has come.

The pounding of horses' hooves on the slate!