Summer night

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Midsummer was radiantly sunny till the crimson colored the buildings. I walk in the moon-blanched street, breeze is touching my hair, I heard the sound of flowing stream in the vast field. I gaze at the moonlight, frown, think, the air is fragrant with blossom flowers, and beautiful music lingered in my heart. Far, far from here, the shepherds are singing the song on the back of horse, the lad are playing his music under a tree, a traveller is astonished by an endless untrodden lawn. The moon is full, the sea is calm, many questions rise from my heart in the deep silent night. On the hour, who is in happiness? Who is in sadness? The air is echoing my sound, but no answer.