The dusk has turned orange

Breaking softly at the edge of the sky

The remaining raindrops

Cool the soul, wash away all hopes

Oh, the wind of dusk, blow away my longing

Sing a symphony of longing in its beautiful dreams

I pour out the drizzle of my longing for you who miss me

Present this longing in every dream

When I miss you

The beauty that is created

Fill my recesses

Imagine your cheerful laughter

Describe the beauty of your sparkling eyes

Peace the anxiety of my soul that remembers you

When you miss me too…..