The sunset is still so red :
the evening breeze still wafts soft refrains;
walking, dreaming in the twilight,
songs so sweet, sun so red.
Never know any beauty like beauty of sadness.
Never know any song like sunset song.
When will one get tired of babbling such words;
words we dream of telling the fading mist.
Walk on, walk on through the twilight rain
with a song and a few words.
The sun is still so red, the mist is thicker
Perhaps it's time to go back.
