When the sun is going down,
I will never see your face.
And the flowers will become
To the new, the darkness race.
And the shadows fall and up
Making chaos in the brain.
On my question i heard "Nope"
And you'll never it explain!
Try to find the oldest map
To your beauty soul. My dear,
I will never give it up
And i'll break the painful fear.
Then the sun will shine so bright
For the new arising plant.
It will wake the deepest night
And the blooms again will chant.