A crumpled layer on the evening tea Says of a fate long awaited We find ourselves alone you and me Without knowing when the daylights fade! The smell of seasons is still around The mystic brushes in the sky The glorious world its beauties abound We never know when the years pass by! Still a little place is there warm and bright That throbs with the colors of night Without the strength of senses and sights It pulsates beyond fading daylights!