The river divides us

As the season of fate

But then

As no tide awaits

My love would last

With the withering last vein.

I speak up for the last; O’ love

The poetry of your lips

The imagination I bear

The fireworks of your love.

Behold those breathes we shared

As the night has returned

With dark and wrath

The body might belong to them

But the soul will await for me love.

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