When the sea greets the orange-red sunset, I think of you only, and your love, And angels…White angels sweetly singing Glory of rapture from above. I thought that all that’s great is over, My divine creator, I lost my faith! I should have known the burning sunset Will born a new day…and you, my Fate… I say a prayer of appreciation For the most splendid gift of all: The sweetness of springtime roses blooming In spite of blustery winds of fall…