When the sun is at its lowest,

And dusk is nigh,
When all mysteries vanish
In the horizon – the birds fly.
Where glory is at rest
And troubled thoughts are satisfied,
Where you place your mask on your desk.
And you don’t feel shy.
There you see the face,
That makes no attempt to pry,
No shadow for cover
Or a reflection to deny.
There you are naked
And you require no lie,
There you are wary,

So listen to the lullaby.
There you are naked,
You are ready to die。


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