When was the last time you cried?

What a beautiful night.
Do you know her? The sweet and low
side of sunlight, blissful orange matter.
Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
I like what happens to your face in the twilight.
I scrub the throats of the most loved
species. From the outside it all looks
rather dashing, especially if I lift up
my head a bit. Three times a lamp. I know him.
What a beautiful night.