STORY OF DUSK

There are words that are hard to say

There are lips that are reluctant to speak

There is a feeling that is reluctant to be silent

There is a longing that continues to flow

All of that is because of you

Because you are the one I miss

Because you are the one I love

Because you feel that there is

You know,

The dusk is like you

Can never be reached by my fingers

Cannot be reached by millions of longings

Sometimes,

I want to be like the wind

Which carries the ruins of memories

Which carries a million hopes.

I want to be a million lights

Which can refract your beauty

Which is orange in the evening sky

Which shines like dusk

Of course I can't

I'm just me

Who only has ordinary memories

Which happen to have you in them.

_{Posted using SteemMobile}