The bright evening sun,
Blinding yet so comforting.
I dream: Back into your arms I run.
Me and my dumb yearning.

Watching the sunset from the train.
The sky painted in shades of purple.
For a moment vanishes all pain,
Wishing it could be eternal.

A flower wading in the wind,
its sweet scent tickeling my nose.
Far it is wandering, my mind,
Wondering of my own nose.