After dusk day by day,
My memory gets better,
But my mood gets worse.

Yesterday was always a sorry day,
Many lessons,
All pointing out at just one thing.

Yes, I must stay alone,
My armada is just one ship strong,
No siblings of my own.

I remember a short golden period,
In the past,
Now it seems crimson within me.

Pitifully, I ask myself,
What to do with a material fortune,
I've none to share it with.

After sun sets in the west,
I control my eye,
Lest any drop escapes it.

Because I know,
Yes I do know that,
Things will get better,
Darkness will go again,
The sun would come out,
Time it might take to shine,
My hair would gray by then.