It was the Afternoon
I put my pant on the green fresh of the grassWanna hear the sound of wind.
By the unique voice of the musician of Jazz
My eyes couldn't stop to find
Walked around to the whole
Yet, my feet couldn't
But my body on the dole
Let my fingers be friend
It was the afternoon
Slowly, the sky appears the moon
by the dusk frame
Grew the night up,It's aimed
Got the darkness covered me
a whole tip to toe
Nevermore my shadow with me
Even it disappeared through
