I think this and think that
I long and don't really know what.
It is half pleasure, half lamentation;
my heart, oh say
What memories do you weave?
in golden green branches twilight?
Old, nameless days!

Dear @v-siniarski, I wonder why the sunrise brings joy and hope to people while the sunset gives sadness and solitude!

Perhaps the reason is that the dark evening that comes after sunset gives us a sleep like death?😄