The Evening of Sorrow

The evening of sorrow is sad enough to borrow.
I am not a moon, just a star who wants to stay.
Just a shadow who wants to follow.

The evening of sorrow is sad enough to borrow.
I am not a bird who wants to fly, just a petal who wants to float.
Just an old Sun who will never set tomorrow.

The evening of sorrow is sad enough to borrow.
Don't have bright eyes that shine in the dark, just bright enough to make a spark.
My appearance might be strong, from inside I am so hollow.

The evening of sorrow is sad enough to borrow.
The dangers of this game, may not be revealed ever, but what's the hurry because we have forever.
After all, at the end of the day, A sea can be deep an ocean can be shallow.