The night was serene like in graveyard
sweet honey songs were composed by nightingales
the sorrow seemed afar
Happiness seemed abound
Enjoyments were colossal in zillions
Small crowd cheered aloud
Up! Up! Up in sky we fly
For long we dwelt in the limelight
In silence we shouted aloud
in joy and delight
All of a sudden, crawl in the dawn
It was the bright light again.