When the goddess of the night unties her black hair
As the beauty of the sunset closes a moment the eyes of time.
When the night breeze gently stirs its sweet scents in the air
Pouring them in my soul like pouring in a glass, the spirit of fine wine
As the dust of the stars lights up the Milky Way
I close my eyes, and the memories of you take over my senses
Brightening my heart with the sweet scent of your essence