When the night is coming up to its end,
I watch one and the same wonderful landscape
The sky becomes less dark eastward
And the red-hot wire is included along the hill of San Bernardino.
It’s like a hidden generator is set up
Under high voltage
And windows of the south Irvine’s buildings are flashing
By the first sunrise reflection.
In the north, is not yet sunlit
The heaven is solemn and strict.
Moon like old gold guinea
Hangs above the Santa Monican mountain.
Perhaps, it’s time to wake up the ocean
He could miss the entire approaching day.
Untouched salt water surface
Looks like the unwashed marble floor.
This image will last a brief moment.
The heavenly body is exploded instantly,
And rich orange colour
Is applied to the gray oceanic plain.