The moon rose on one cloudy night

The  Moon Rose On One Cloudy Night

There stood a gentleman gazing with smile, the Casanova.

Adorned with glittering ornaments, 

she the lady was riding in that rosy car.

Turns after turns , he could drive his way no more faster,
Until arrived at the valley, they finally saw the villa, 
Amazed to such artistic pavilion,

Happy were those toasting around making fun in brilliance,

Party held right at the garden yard, where fine foods were nicely set,

Out there, the statue of Goddess in white looked so graceful,

By the distant waterfront near the mountain slope.

Playing host, he cordially tempted the guests with gorgeous wines.

Cheers and chats, wows following wows, hours slipped.

Until the midnight air chilled, followed by the sensational melody,

Singing of the drunken folks,

Gone excited, exhaused, who could help yelling and rocking from hilarious jokes.

When flashing in her glimpse up across the dark endless sky,

Stillness had already moved in with few  stars began to hide.

Night screen had fallen when the moon was just ready to rise,

Not at all lonesome with fluffy clouds aside.

Whilst the calmness of lagoon shone as mirror,

In serenity, weird talks of Bohemians alike, they cared not to be overheard.