Good Evening

Mourning, mourning little boy,

Have you lost a little toy?

Plodding in the roadside

A lonely evening without a guide.

The clouds are gathering in the sky

Makes the Sun to leave the sky

While the clouds are mourning high,

The birds are to the nest and lie.

Plodding, crying little boy,

Have you lost the joy with toy?

The wind is on the way to try

To blow the tears away and dry.

While the birds with the song;

Singing sweeter, with, along

The dancing plants and dancing trees

With a melancholy dashing breeze.

Breathing, freezing little heart

Have your worries gone apart?

The wondering eyes have fed a lot,

Bracing breeze in the heart.

In the sky, the clouds mourn

And let the joyful drops be born,

In the land, on the boy

The rain showers the full of joy.

Leaping, laughing little boy,

Who has given such joy?

From heaven, the eyes are wide

At this evening, a lovely tide.