when the twilight has gone, the night has come to take me deep into the dream world, making me meet you again, whether I miss you or vice versa so that you always stop by in my dreams.
Praising the sky beautifully and then the sky blushes shyly, her cheeks turn red
People call it twilight
At the end of the dim twilight I miss you to enjoy the true sincerity that the twilight describes to the dark, lonely night.
For me twilight is an inspiration that I can't write through words that rhyme, you are like a bright and warm morning this afternoon, may I borrow your beauty so I can show you a sweet link with a story about dusk in the afternoon.
Disappearing in the midst of being forced to appear in a crowd, is the same as guiding the twilight that is destined to descend but you are forced to rise again.
Sunsets are like childhood, looked upon with wonder not only because they are beautiful but because they come briefly.