My great God is paralyzed today,
As much as my fingernails touch your body-
Today it is a deep wound in my heart.
All over the bloody heart today are just dead memories, on the veranda on the tenth floor of your hostel.
Where I stand every day in the middle of the night to cut my body and I in your body,
I remember our distance was ten storeys. Yet we treat each other's bodies and minds in a fierce way,
My naughty God is truly paralyzed today.
That's why no one goes anywhere now,
There was no new stain anywhere on the body and mind.
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