Transparent and real

Tranquil night
It eats up the beauty of dawn
Lonely and filled with quietude
In such atmosphere
I can't hear the rhythm
The rhythm of the echoing light

I secretly yearn
For a large heart field
Filled with the red roses
Of pride, vainglory, and desire
Craving can fill up
That suffocating hollowness

Urgently accessorizing myself
Wearing another shadow mask
I play another act

But in hundreds of acts
A disguised person wouldn't earn
Trust and true friendship

I would have to show the real me
The real me under the sun