Back surge of sorrow Let it sink but my faith never changes with you When the moon smiles admonished appearing as the warmth begins to shine a glimmer of light in your heart's name refracts in your heart The noon hour craves the hot sun roasting your smile wreaking hoarse, wet souls that are stretching cooling an inflamed soul As the twilight closes the time, along with a tinge of violet at the end of the horizon, held by a gray cloud, may understand the intent of the struggling heart.
nothing is impossible for God's miracles to exist in this world. twilight always give color in every afternoon you, then grateful every minute because still can feel it.
