In the memory of the sunset… my memories of lasting love for you are embroidered… in purple color… in symphony…in color orange.
In the coming and going of the sunset…
That in its memory the memory of appearing again prevails…. in the enduring memory of the dawn… my memories of existing love for you are embroidered… in orange color… in symphony… in color purple.
In the going and coming of the sunset...
The memory I have… is in your purple… is in my orange… is in the sin of the dawn… real and magical dawn… it self.