Silent night under the starry sky

Falling on the lake side

I am sitting on the hillside

I can touch the stars with my eyesight

I can grasp these shinning blue grapes in water with a sigh

Please let me harvest these grapes for you

Brew into a spectacular light

Let me fill  your lonesome cup during a starless night

Then tell me the savor of your cup

Is it sweet as the whispers between wind and blue speckles?

Or it is as plain as our brief encounter?