Tears flowed like a river on a painful night. 
Bitterness appeared as a dreadful plight. 
I had to escape from my torment. 
The sky was painted with hues of horror 
While the trees were swaying. 
A cloud burst. 
I called out to my heart, 
But it didn't answer my call. 
It had forsaken me on this painful night.

The painful night was cold-hearted. 
I heard laughter like spoiled milk. 
I could barely cope 
With the pain, like a cup, 
Yet my soul hides in a cape. 
Sometimes the painful night plays like a coquette.

I am being besieged by the night with fear. 
The beast feeds on my emotions with every tear. 
I pray it vanishes like a vision of the night.

Why must the painful night be as beautiful as this? 
When will I shake off the painful night? 
It resembles "Beauty and the Beast."

When will the painful night end? 
Maybe when I feel happy, like Adam's apple.