It's my favorite time of day again, when the sky shows its true light
The antique boulder smiles, and the black sea above our heads shines with countless shimmering dancers;
each one trying to be brighter and more beautiful than the last

The songbirds go to sleep,
and instead of their chirping,
I hear the sound of bat wings flapping frantically to reach the right part of the sky
The trees have all become silhouettes before the flash reflecting from today's recycled daylight

My soul yearns for blackness while the fire burns during the day
And each time the hills extinguish the flame, I feel alive
The cold is my soulmate
And I'm at home the most when the world cannot be seen for what it is
Its beauty radiates while the sun hides away
And under the moon's ambience, I'm convinced I'm still in love with this place