Dispel the quiet fog.
Illuminate the brown ground with white light.
The moonlit night is extremely gentle and broad.
Give my soul a bath.
I walk in the cold air.
Through those cobblestone alleys.
Smell the rotten grass by the field.
Those shadows are huts.
All the sleepy people are asleep.
No lights, quietly.
I can't even hear snoring.
I walked past them.
Gently float a desire.
I want to walk to all the doors.
I want to reach out and knock on all the doors.
I want to bend over to those who sleep.
Say a word that won't wake them.
Flowing into their ears like moonlight fog.
Say that I know them best, and I am happy for each of them at the moment.
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