Your memory beats my heart every narrow evening , my share of being with you, the bitter sadness of the sunset, the sunset has always been a sign of you for me, for me there is nothing but that,
my eyes are waiting for the bend in the road , the apprehensions of the pure and simple heart , the open window and the autumn sunset, the drizzle of rain in the wet street,
the memory of you, every narrowness of the sunset beats my heart, my share of being with you, the bitter sadness of the sunset, the sunset It has always been a sign of you for me, for me there is nothing but that,
in the minds of the familiar alleys filled with autumn , you are not the golden body, and my existence and the dry branch of the ivy of loneliness, the memory of you beats
in my heart every narrow evening, my share of being with you, the bitter sadness of the sunset, the sunset has always been a sign of you, for me, there is nothing but that.
