Dusk I come to look at you because I hope for beauty in life, the heat of the sun is tired of burning this heart and I really hope for your shade before the cold night wind penetrates my ribs.
Twilight knows better how to express longing without being noticed by the wind and also the rush of breath.
From dusk we learn that the beautiful will come in time and from dusk we also learn that the beautiful only comes for a moment.
Too often this heart deals with twilight to forget this body also needs a spoiled hug.
Twilight that is sometimes overlooked, but that orange I will always remember.
Teach me to be able to sincerely twilight to let go of all the memories and hopes that I can't always have.
There is the same song over and over again at dusk, a sweet but enough song
slicing fishing longing,
occasionally shed tears and heart
There is a story repeating in every twilight
Sweet stories to forget but little to remember.
There is a sensation of emotion that repeats itself in every twilight, heart-warming, warms the soul, even though the book is closed tightly.
