It is currently One O'clock after midnight

In the middle of the night, the radio blares

The announcer whispers in a soft voice:

"It's now one o'clock after midnight..."

I'm sitting alone, enjoying my solitude in the garden.

Even plants look different at night,

The rustle of tree leaves exudes more confidence.

The flowers seem dim, the lights scattered,

The radio is also playing Chopin's Nocturne Symphony.