Oblivion
Without a regret
I have forgot the light of sun
When I depart
I do not require what I lack of
And you discern the last resting place of me
Asking no more of my name
I am not myself
Whose willpower holds the time?
Promising the blissfulness and the holy spirits
They admit to you and me
My warmth relays not on you
Neither in love
Nor in the form of unsettlement
If
Remove me who rest in peace upon you
I shall not rest in peace
Whose hands will render the comfort
Bend down to me
From your mist and vines
Endow a deep-seeing
And press your lips
To the light of my heart
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