I went with a broken stature from a broken love, a pain in my chest, a wound in my heart, so that your heart would be re-enchained, the broken hearts of this heart would be transplanted away from you, I saw that your breath is in your chest, you will not forget me , the altar of your shoulders, I went but did not remember you from my head, it can never be a love after you, I have passed over you, but in the alchemy of love , I have broken my stature , the only narration of love is the memory of space. Empty , my arms have taken your warmth again, my body is silent again, I saw that your breath has a chest, you will not forget me, the altar of your shoulders,
let me come to be your sacrifice this time, even if I have to be your prisoner , I shouted where are you behind the shadows that have not forgotten me , the eyes of amber
