Look at the twilight on the horizon there, so beautiful
decorated with the atmosphere of the wind
make the leaf nyiur waving joy
cheered with the friction of the leaves
the sun is reluctant to pass through
stunned by the evening sun
but he can not resist the will
the power of malanggar the existing line
the desire of the heart is lost in him
as the wind blows with my love
birds flock to go home
leaving the shadow unfoot
the atmosphere became silent under the lonely
arranging one story into memories in the soul
unites likes in grief, gloom and beauty
into an old stroke in life
star began to move away from his rest
scattered decorate the night in the shadow
delivering a memorable evening
to the essentials in eternity,