At the end of twilight,
I'm standing on this street corner
Gazed at the gulls who marched home
The face of the sky became paled
When the wind escapes from the miter
At the end of this path I hug you
Until the twilight stared jealously
At the end of this path I often tell stories
About loyalty in my waiting
On the edge of the twilight begins to leave
I leave a piece of longing
