Every night I empty my heart,
But by morning it's full again.
Slowly, droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress.
At dawn I overflow with thoughs of us.
And aching pleasure that gives me no respite.
Love cannot be contained.
The neat packaging of desire splits asunder.
Spilling crimson through my days,
Long,languishing
Days that are now bruised tender with yearning,
Spent searching for a fingerprint,
A scent a breath you left behind.
Translation:
Every night I hollow out my heart,
but when the morning light first appears, everything goes back to
the same way. You, who are gentle, turn into water droplets and seep into the caress of the night. In the
evening , my mind is all our shadows. There is
no trace of pain and happiness . Consolation,
love cannot be tolerated
, originally full and full desires are torn to pieces
My days are full of scarlet
grief and longing
, gently bruising the longing days and nights,
trying my best to find the trace of your fingers, the
fragrance of doubt, one breath
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