Oh, how in our declining years
We love more tenderly and more superstitiously...
Shine, shine, farewell light
Last love, dawn of evening!
Half the sky was covered in shadow,
Only there, in the west, does the radiance wander, -
Slow down, slow down, evening day,
Last, last, charm.
Let the blood in your veins run low,
But there is no shortage of tenderness in the heart...
O you, last love!
You are both bliss and hopelessness.

Embracing love in our later years is a delicate balance of tenderness and superstition, as beautifully expressed in these lines. The bittersweet farewell to the fading light and the lingering radiance in the west capture the essence of last love - a mix of bliss and hopelessness. It resonates deeply with the emotions that come with aging and the appreciation of love's enduring power.