If there is even a distance between us
, take my breath
to become one, if my death stops,
take my breath,
you are also the ceiling, dear to you, my
cry was also distance
, our last cry was the end of the game of love,
this was the end of this belief, guessing
that you were caught in the furnace, every breath of
sorrow, no, but it is not small,
the new night in the shrapnel of the pillar of love,
the stone of the stronghold, which is not well
, yesterday and still a plan. Burn your body with this humble design on the cross, burn your body on the cross, when you are naked, burn
your body with this humble design, your
eyelids are the distance between my hand, the paper, and my sonnet,
and it was love,
getting rid of the cocoon of a dream was the key to the lock of
poetry, it was a poetic dream,
from the bottom of the well of silence to the loudness of
the voice, you were our friend, dear, you
were the most in love with me all the way, dear, you were the most in love with me, dear, you were the guess
of me
and our way
.Believe in helplessness
, the day of self-denial, the day of your birth,
death, this good optimism
, yesterday and still put a design of me on the cross
on your clothes,
when the nakedness of love, burn your body in the fire with this humble design,
you say the absence of the hand, the absence of the hand, the absence of the breath, the distance
between us, the last
absence in the migration of the birds, the
end of this is not the case
, if even the distance between us
, take my breath
to become one, if death I stop
, hold my breath
, take my breath
