Early morning approaching
Evening is still attached
Missing legam still I hold
Memories of you in the head flashed
The more varied
Your imagined vision never goes away
Killing with the never-ending shadows
Nothing is present in the night wind strands
That is not present in reality
I'm still trying to concoct an evening
Without messing with you, dear
Longing to know the way right?
Come home to me
I will welcome you with my whole body.
