What I saw was extinguished
Remember what disappeared
I stand at the end of the world
Hear the soil sprout
Waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again
Leave the fragrance to your years
There is no lighthouse on the other side
I'm still looking around
It's dark and my hair has turned white
Hold my torch tightly
When he comes, I say to myself
I'm not afraid I love him very much
Intention:
It seems to be a bit obvious