Write a poem and song with association in 200 words.

It's far. The crimson rising sun is like blood, rendering the same color sunrise, stinging eyes, like pale sadness, with inexplicable sighs from the depths of the soul. A few birds seem to assimilate with me, standing silently on the branches of pine and cypress not far away, shaking their gray heads from time to time, reading the crimson sunshine at the end of the line of sight and praying for baptism.