Your hand is caressing in the spring dawn,
all the peace from you in your fingertips, what do you have in your hand, your
hand is caressing at the spring dawn,
all the peace from you in the tip of your finger, what do you have
in the book of my story, the meaning of every heart, breaking
oneself, and dying in your grief,
mourning, O companion, O merciful, O line of my destiny,
O companion, O merciful without you, what would
I have written, what would I have been The idle role of a lost boat on the shore
with thousands A wound on the heart of a loved one, or a drawing
without any need, unaware of cunning,
with the sin of purity, losing in any gamble, O companion,
O merciful, O line of my destiny,
O companion, O merciful, what would I have written without you,
what would I have written, the flame of pain, the story of the cold ash,
the wound of the cowardly world, the story
of waiting with me, the ruin of the pain of your hand, but what have
you done to teach
love with a different meaning?O companion, O merciful, O line of my destiny,
O companion, O merciful, what would I have written without you,
O companion, O merciful, O line of my destiny,
O companion, O merciful, what would I have written without you?
