And what befell upon the ground this night?

Raise up and see the moons envious face,

Sink down and think upon another place.

before the bed the moon light like

frost on earth face

raised against the moon bright then

lowered, towards home.

why is my floor wet

look up to gaze the moon

look down to think of home

Wonder if somehow it’s freezing frost?

I tilt my head to gape at the full moon,

Then I look back down and yearn for my motherland.

Frost is on the ground, looks suspected

Raising head and gazing at bright sky

Made to think about native land, old ages

and the floor turns to frost.

Lifting a head to the glimmering moon,

relax yourself, and think of home.

frosted ground, likely

look up, see bright moon

look down, think of home

like frost on the ground, it seems

Looking up at the glowing

And then down, The Homesickness

Scattering in from of my bed

I imagine it as frozen frost on the ground

I raise my head

Gazing upon the moon that brightens my room

I lower my head

Reminiscing about my homeland

Like Lancaster white snowflake prance

Oval moon in abyss of dark

While I gaze from lands apart

Seeming like frost upon the ground

Gaze upturned towards this bright moon

And downturned towards the past.

like frost one the ground,

gaze at moon head raised,

eyes low think of home.

on the ground before the bed.

Gazing at the bright moon,

dropping my head,

I miss my homeland.

Fann no.1

the snow falls on a quiet night

above me, the moon

afar, home

Cold, unable to sleep

Gazing at the moon above

Nostalgia, head bending low

The ground like frost

I raise my head to meet the moon,

I bow my head to meet the memory

There is a tricky charm of the frost on a ground

I raise my head to look at the moon and find and answer

The eyes are closed thinking about my place.

a land covered with frost

I gaze at the moon

head lowering with thoughts of home

On the ground before my bed.

Luna met my gaze;

I turned,

Drooping,

trying to picture homeland in my head.

Fann no.2

I wake up from my dream and

look at the bright moon outside the window

Moonlight, like frost

puddle in front of my bed

My eyelids get heavy

the last thing I remember is

nodding my head while thinking about my hometown

Am I dreaming or am I awake,

Why would I let my hometown disrupt my sleep ?

Probably, still dreaming.

suspicion is found on the frost ground

as I raise my gaze to observe the moon I fall

back to the remembrance of my homeland

seemingly covering the floor with frost

head raised sight sparkles with moonlight

head lowered drifting back homewards

Looking outside at what is being illuminated by the moon

I suspect something is buried on the grown

It is beginning to frost

I gaze into the moon

Then down, and think of what is gone

like ground got too cold.

Lift head, blinded by moonlight,

Look away, think of warm home.

streaming in front of my bed

Oh, is it frost on the ground?

Looking up, for a gaze at the moon

Looking down, for my hometown I miss

Oh, where have I been?

As if the floor was covered in sleet.

I look to the skies, the luminous moon I behold,

Yet I lower my gaze, homesick and oh so cold.

creeps like the morning frost

gaze that lingers on the moon

dragged down by homeward longing

shining bright like frost on the ground

I raise my head gazing at the full moon’s glow

then lower it, my thoughts drift to my distant home

And the world is green and fat, then red and thin.

I’m still drunk as hell