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…..