It’s beautiful that I get to be sad here. 
 Even though the breeze doesn’t quite fill the emptiness, it is nice decor.   No the loneliness doesn’t disappear,but at least here, I am lonely with the crickets. I can’t help wishing the rocks beneath,would allow me to sink with them. 
 Nevertheless, the mirror of stars and glints of lamps on water appeases the eye. I almost forgot the stars were up there. Distant and silent, persistent and divine, why is it few care to talk with them. Let’s have a chat with the stars, I’ll sing to the moon Why, Isn’t it beautiful to be sad here.