The Nightingale

The street looks dark.It 's such lightless space .Zepp writes something on a paper at the dinner table.Only a faint light from the street road at the farthest corner came into his room .He is perspiring as that night so hot.None calls him and he calls none either.The athomosphere reminds him to his past years living ...Dim and quiet.

Now he feels a soft wind blowing and touches his skin .He thinks about when his life story will end .

Nothing concerned him in the next year or month except the yearn for the old work in a new island , a new place .

He writes," l am coming home .I will stay for a couple of days .l went by ship .The trip was quite hard.She always feels bad about me...and talks bad about everyone..l love dad.None perfect and he is not perfect dad either but he is sincere..."

Then the light gone. It's totally dark now .Maybe something turns off the last light on the corner too..

Tonight stands just like yesterday when it lighted his sleep.He saw a big park .The grass and