Black atmosphere upon billions of heads,
Tiny stars shimmering on it,
Millions murmuring dreams below it,
What a cold cozy midnight,
It is not a good time to sleep.
Because the universe is too beautiful,
So does that rows of trees,
And you are sitting right beside me,
And the falling hot coffee,
Indeed it is an artsy night,
Every beautiful thing making sense,
Such a bad moment to go to sleep.