Dusk twilight covered the point of time
Sing the hymn quietly quiet
Silence increasingly caressing my body
As if to roar a dream.
In the corner of my longing I stood silent and silent
My lips parted as if the ribbon was clipped to say
Strangled the feeling that seemed to entrap the heart
Floating on a distant face there.
I fall in my longing
the end of the Twilight
The twilight breeze blows the soul
As if penetrating to the pores in the trough of the heart.
But he could not extinguish the surge in my chest.
Your shadow becomes more mischievous in my nipple
It was as if he was scattering the scent of nostalgia that was crushing the body
I felt as though my blood stream was frozen
And I am tired of the longing that scratch my veins
Do you realize the sculptor of my soul 
