An orange photograph br painted on the sky br a canvas far and high br my thought then flies br as wind it blows br to a day many years ago br I was a boy, a child br dreams were big and wild br it was a usual evening br I lied on the grass daydreaming br I saw the sky was empty br no twilight I perceived br Then I raised my hand br to the sky my fingers went br I drew a line on the sky br so lengthy and so high br I depicted conscientiously br the twilight I'd like to see br As my point finger moved br an orange color bloomed br An orange twilight was formed, br an empty sky was gone. br Long from that day I age already br older today I might have been br It's been nine years passed br I don't even recall where it was br Years have passed from that day, br many things change too, br If many have changed, br I might have changed too.