The Gloomy dusk

The gloomy dusk
Once upon a time in the early dusk
I sat down alone
I looked into there
the lonely future

Now there is no your holy lover
It is like a wilting flower that does not beam

as long as I live I love
a loyal man
I give the holy heart

the beautiful dusk turns into gloomy
If I remember you it break my heart
which is hurt because of his love

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