How many times I had walked at night,
to library, or 24 hours computer cluster?
The weak yellow road light guided me,
my shadow followed me.
And the moon, sometimes, heavy cloud, at the dark night.
Sometimes I sang on the way home.
Usually around midnight, or 1 am.
I sang, cause I feel happy at that time.
I felt content after hours studies.
At lonely nights, walking under the weak light, or moon,
or with darkness, I still can feel joy in my heart.
The girl, carried with books, walking on the road.
In winter, in spring, in hot summer.
She is alone, but she isn't lonely.
She is always happy with the companion of books.
Though she walks at a dark night.