Ghosting in memory, ... moments anytime,
I will keep you with me in the glastra, my soul will be,
The rusty color, my eyes will instill me
The leaf of brass,
You, who were full of yesterday,
You were laughing at the raindrops,
And you sing through the twilight that will be.
Now you are tired of the time that has passed,
And slowly you go down and peaks to the ground,
But the charm of color, gives you a gentle air,
