Every morning,
the sun starts the day.
You put your hopes on it,
you see the mystery in its rays.
Will it bring happiness or misery?

Then the sun proves your doubts.
Only you know whether it meets
your expectations
or not at all.
Sometimes you blame the sun
for burning you.
Sometimes you thank it
for warming you.

And when the day is almost over,
there is nothing you can say.
You stand still in the face of dusk,
not willing to part with the sun.
You realize
how good it is,
no matter how hot it gets.

In the end,
the noise will turn into silence.
You chase the setting sun and hope
you can keep its warm embers.
You wish that night never comes,
so you can watch the dusk forever.

However, the night must end this day.
The sky itself never changes,
always blue and bright.
Only the sun comes and goes.