Can you see it? What is growing in that rotten dust?
Can you hear it? What are the poets singing in the distance?
When my longing for you expands and ferments infinitely, when the requiem song of love comes from the distance
Will you come back? You will come back!
In fact, many times
It doesn't matter who loves whom, it doesn't matter who hates whom
There is just such a knot, and it will be solved if it is solved