Beauty that cannot be repeated again is poured into my heart invisibly when will your grievances pass I will not spare you with an offensive word It's easy to part with those who betrayed us in a desperate hour. In a difficult hour, she will support us. And all lofty words are like smoke from a hot fire. And the lofty speech died away. and fidelity, an unexpected union at the call of the heart to a forgotten word, and it became a rhyme I lived in hope and sorrow, and you counted the days until we met at the crossroads of several roads so that among them I would find that evening which united us forever so breathtaking flies in the fog through my melancholy the road will not betray the sky already sympathizes with the lofty impartiality in spite of my return journey was even sadder When you have so many years left to spare that they're enough for separation the last time is like the first in your timid movements from hope and suffering that early line was born because I could fall in love, expose life to attack like a rose's scarlet flame so that at least once I might dream of you I found your trace At its very border that raging bonfire Oh, how beautiful are thoughts at dawn The paintings radiated light to us Again, in doubt, my soul echoes They mark each other's paths I, like a handcuff, will remove the ribbon from the bouquet Love warms The soul doesn't want change Love has forever deciphered for us I'm trying to hide in poetry again Confession rages in the blood and sadness will be perceived as guilt Overcome the resentment Don't awaken the sleeping memory And I've gained nothing but sadness. I don't know what awaits us if we're already strangers. I mentally paused the moment. Don't darken this moment. I asked for a reciprocal impulse. For a moment, I believed that you would return to me. Or an eternity of separations. To lose myself in sweet dreams.
