Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk

Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk, Deep within me, like spring water flowing towards distant lands. My heart, boundless and mysterious, responds silently, naive and gentle, As the sleepless twilight creeps again through the misted windows. The lilac and currant bow their heads gracefully in the evening wind, And my silent homeland whispers the call for me to return home. Your call, my bittersweet sorrow, resonates in the echo of distance, And I, wandering among shadows, seek my way on unseen paths. I know our meeting will be fulfilled under the blue sky of night, Our prolonged separation will find solace in the light of the hidden moon. Distant bells remind me of the road I have traveled, Raising the dust of dreams, searching for you among eternal memories and longings. Your call at sunset, my melancholy will find its way to you, And the promise of reunion will be sealed by the quiet of the night that envelops us. In the flow of time, under the starry sky, I will keep my promise, For my heart, once called, cannot remain far from you.