night settles gently,
and the world grows quiet
enough to hear
one’s own thoughts.

the boy sits still,
feet resting near the stream,
watching moonlight
drift across the water.

lanterns glow softly,
not to banish the dark,
but to show
where silence lives.

“暗” is not fear —
it is the pause between breaths,
the place where light
learns to be gentle.

watercolor gathers
the depth of night,
where shadows cradle
reflection and calm.

perhaps darkness
is not an ending,
but a quiet room
where tomorrow is born.