When the afternoon approaches
In the dancing twilight, the graceful clouds pass by,
Like a gentle dancer, playing with the touch of the wind.
Behind the silhouette of the trees, the secret of twilight is hidden,
Greet silent hearts with seductive charm.
The trees tower, like loyal guards,
Peering into the world with dancing leaves,
In the blue sky, clouds drift, carrying stories,
About a dark journey covered in light.
Behind the curtain of twilight, the clouds and trees sing,
Welcome the evening with charm and elegance.
They are secret keepers, filling the vacuum,
With incomparable serenity and magic.