Part I: Memories of the Night
The night.
It’s beautiful.
There’s nothing that could only be half as beautiful as the night.
The stars are shining.
The full moon above me.
Why does the night pass by?
Why couldn’t it last forever?
The night is the time of the memories.
It’s the time of the lovers
and the time of the lonesome.
It could be the time of rest,
the time of sleep.
But isn’t it too beautiful to stay at home and sleep?
The night is magic.
I can’t stay at home
when it’s dark outside.
The night is the time of mysteries,
the time of demons,
of vampires.
But the darkness of the night isn’t dangerous.
It’s peace in it, safety.
It covers the guilty and the haunted.
It’s merciful.
The time when I forget about day.
About all its problems,
its sorrows.
The time when I’m happy.
The time when I’m sad.
The night is everything for me.
It’s all that counts.
Nothing is as beautiful as the night.
I wish it would never end.
Just everlasting,
lasting for eternity...
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