The light of the sunset grows cloudy,
And the voices of the past echo.
Memories parade in the twilight,
Like shadows among the fallen leaves.
Sweet melancholy assails,
Like a tide of bitterness that creeps in.
Sorrow, a sad song that is silenced,
At the end of the long journey of the one who never traveled.
(*) Assail: Asaltar, acometer
(*) Sorrow: Dolor, pesar
(*) Creep in: Entrar en puntillas
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