In twilight's gentle, whispered glow, We cast our eyes to skies above, For lolo's spirit, soft and slow, Wraps us in his eternal love. His stories, woven with time's thread, Echo in the heart's quiet core. Though he now treads where angels tread, His laughter lingers evermore. Beneath the stars, his memories gleam, Guide our steps through night and day. In dreams, we walk by a silver stream, Where lolo's spirit lights the way.