A kind of emptiness
Strolls down the road of my vision,
But far I see in the crystal prairie,
A lady singing a love song,
Her guitar comes from the womb of moon, and
Her eyes shine like the night.
Now slowly, the emptiness would fade away;
For Her voice, like thousand suns killing
Eternal darkness will echo in my heart;
Forever
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I would like to translate this poem
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