Certainly our lives here ...
Lands where poppies grew, and fields off
The colors are gone, I see nothing
The river whose water does not twist
Tears roll down my cheeks and fall
So that nobody reads the letters, I have finished burning them all
You can hear footsteps undecided in this place
I let go of my undying wish, and I sleep
Ring will fall off this thin finger
The last song dissolves into this world order
Even soft shadows have lost their forms
I continued to stoke the embers of the fading life
I saw the face of this almost transparent horizon
Ah, the final blue sky
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