When The day is about to end,
the night doesn't throw away…
You didn't come
And your memories don't leave away...
Then my breath comes deep,
Then my eyes come off.
Then you gently touch it again
and leave,
I still can't reach you,
I still can't touch.
The psyche cannot be convened,
The sense cannot forget,
Creates longing,
By my own core.
Endures the endurance of diversity.
When The day is about to end,
the night doesn't throw away…
You didn't come,
your memories don't leave away...
After a weary night-
When the sun rises in the distance.
You arrive forward,
By pushing Through the road of my feelings;
By lighting the candle of my imaginations.
In the dreams
What we had once
Without you...
Now I can only light the candles of the churches
for you.
Now I can only dream
for you.
When The day is about to end,
the night doesn't throw away…
You didn't come,
Your memories don't leave away…