My tiredness disappears for a moment at dusk...
The gallop of the horse's feet hastily left...
Not much time to be able to chase the shadow...
In an instant my twilight disappeared in the darkness of the night...
When the day greets dusk...
What looks like my sky is orange...
There is nothing less than a gift from the creator...
Everything is so beautiful and enchanting.
Beautiful looks natural feel..
In the cradle of the twilight
I woke up in a dream..
When dusk turns to night...
A gust of wind slapped my face...
This time my twilight is gray...
But my name is still twilight...
Whether tomorrow or the day after until dusk changes color, my name is still dusk...
Twilight is my little calling...
I don't know why I like that nickname...
Maybe it's because from a young age I liked the atmosphere at dusk....
we meet at dusk
With dazzling orange light
The wind that accompanies the cool heart
And the sound of birds singing.
