The sound of an unheard of earth exploded, sunset, excited, to me panting goes. Guitar of a Dreamer, longing for my soul builds a path, with the smile of a dear friend, sunset comes slowly. Beauty before dusk, as a picture of the window is printed. Your going day - he embraced her with a love of forgiveness, and sadly turned into an old date. The days are quietly falling asleep, with names of memories - we carry them in our soul, and sometimes the eyes are tearing, watching the sunset bathed in gilt.