Looking at the sunset
Over silver hills,
While the shiny scarlet
Is giving people chills…
When the snowy blanket
Is covering the land,
Would your eyes be darkened
By the silent hand
Of the nightfall’s glory?
None would dare to mourn
This so magic evening,
With shadows long gone.
Let the crimson fade,
Be it cold and warm,
Be it hope and haste,
But never like before.