As the orange glow of the sun that marks a twilight
Makes the gray nimbus clouds
A brownish shade
Against the background of the firmament,
I look up
And feel the drops of rain
Fall from the apricot sky
Down my face,
I feel it mix
With the raindrops
From the clouds in my eyes
As I remember
That things will never be the same.
So, I just hope
That the moon will help me
Forget you and your name.