This is twilight
rapidly becoming dusk
Clouds are flying
like motors on the streets

People are rushing
going home to find comfort
Aren't we all tired,
hoping for some peace and quiet?

The sun is setting
Therefore darkness falls
Not long before the lights are up 
floating like fireflies on paddy fields

Mellow tunes are playing
amidst traffic, weather forecasts, 
and radio shows

Despite all of these noises,
mere hearts only wish 
for a simple thought:
"What is it for dinner tonight?"

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