you have to remember my name,
remember my face
, and our kiss goodbye Because the lips are trembling with my reluctance
You know my heart was cut like a knife My heart that longed to love you was like this cave, so
dark and so melancholy
but You love me deeply, too. Our love is a burning bonfire. The temperature of
the cave will keep you
as warm as my body temperature.
There are many ways to go
I walk in the dawn of the desert
I pray under the rising sun I hope that the sun will live in the bed in the cave
I walk in the dusk of the desert and the
sunset has become my back for love I am looking for the fountain
I am at noon and dawn When I sleep,
because the night is dark and silent
I can hear each other's breathing and love on the other side of the desert, the
vast sandbar, the
icy mountains,
you don't understand my sadness,
I'm calling and screaming, and the sand of the
desert has aged me in an instant. The face also guides the direction
I want to take you to that country by the sea,
but my dear, I'm sorry, the sea seems too far away
, we all fell into this sea of sand
, you know, the color of this desert is like your face The
smooth and soft sand surface is like yours Skin
me and you are both sleeping in
this desert
with your blood
There are also my tears
There are no borders
here We meet
here and here is our
heaven No one can separate us from
now on "Honey, I'm waiting for you.
How long will a day be without the sun?
Longer than a week Is it?
The fire is out, and I feel the chill.
I really want to drag my sick body outside. The sun is shining.
I'm afraid I'll run out of electricity on those books, and when I write these words, we'll all die together.
Our souls return to the kingdom of heaven, and that kingdom is full of people who are in love regardless of race.
We have each other's body odors in our mouths, and we have all been united and deeply in love.
The fear in our hearts is like this dark cave, I will take these It is always engraved on the body,
our country is real, not a border drawn on the land...
the kind named after the strongman's name.
I know you will come back and hold it up, stand against the wind, I have I want nothing more than
to follow you on a walk through heaven, bring some friends, and go to a paradise without a map. The
oil is out and the lamp is dead, and it's pitch black now as I write."
- Katherine
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