When the sea greets the orange-red sunset,
I think of you only, and your love,
And angels…White angels sweetly singing
Glory of rapture from above.
I thought that all that’s great is over,
My divine creator, I lost my faith!
I should have known the burning sunset
Will born a new day…and you, my Fate…
I say a prayer of appreciation
For the most splendid gift of all:
The sweetness of springtime roses blooming
In spite of blustery winds of fall…
Nincsenek megjegyzések:
Megjegyzés küldése