The sun is setting
Look
The blues and the oranges
Are mixing into black
Hear
The wind whisper sweet nothings
Into the branches,
They shiver with pleasure.
Oh, night,
Why are you so romantic?
The sun is setting
Look
The blues and the oranges
Are mixing into black
Hear
The wind whisper sweet nothings
Into the branches,
They shiver with pleasure.
Oh, night,
Why are you so romantic?