the dusk is getting fainter
the sun is getting lower
immerse yourself in the western horizon
change every vision
from light to the dark, friends
there is a charming orange

creeping across the western sky
when the star still looked so shy
there is a row of tree shadows
accompany the light that go
so no one will know
in joy and sorrow

Shadow of the hill
Become a Giant who Will Thrill
Look at your face
Full of the taste

He will come in the dark
Move fast like a shark
Run and chase
You Will be catched