In the midst of my deserted night,

Looking at my past, holding my heart,

My gaze beheld the diamonds hanging above,

Which even forged with dust that was cosmic,

Yet were mesmerizingly beautiful,

But broken, innocent pearls,

As if the cosmos has shed them itself,

For the sorrow was too deep,

But still they became the beauty of the bleak night,   

The most beautiful creation of the universe,

The light of heavens,

Always be awed at,

A sign of hope and freedom,

Listening to the abandoned ones on the too empty streets,

As if it had wanted to show,

That even if its killing us inside,

The pain can craft an exquisite soul,

And still can shine like diamonds in the sky.

                                                                  ~zilin