The Story Behind Twilight

when dusk comes I always look,
paint your face in orange light,
inked with soulful,
make the sky as the base.
the wind blew wistfully greeted the body,
the grass swaying grass moved questioningly,
the birds chirped in their screams.

but unfortunately I don't understand sign language,
I just looked and kept looking,
the look on your face that I painted beautifully in the twilight,
that makes me always remember you,
as if time can't erase you in my mind.

but honey really honey you don't know this is happening,
a beautiful feeling haunts the inner soul,
the long hidden feeling shackles a sense of endless,
got me dragged away by the hidden currents.

when the heart begins to dare to bring out this taste,
fear came engulfing the soul,
make this feeling hidden, present restless,
who are meditating in the soul vortex.

Regards @vha