Looking at the sunset facinates me
It's like looking through a masterpiece
That changes through time;
Some days the sunsets  
would be purple and pink
Some days the sunsets with blazing orange
Setting fire through the clouds
But these sunsets reminds
me of dreadful endings
With every beautiful ending there's an end
Eventually the sun will go down
Leaving us with nothing but darkness
I feel that the sun is being pushed down
By the clouds because it's too hard to carry
Such burden in their shoulders