Do you have any time left to look back and look at me again?
I can't tell whether the sky is red clouds or the flames you lit
Is there any remaining fleeting time that has been burned out and turned into longing?
Is it fate or a nightmare? Is it ashes or the smoke you lit?
Transforming into the starlight in the western sky is the end of your reincarnation
How much parting does it take to ignite the flame of the sycamore branch?
Who can remember the past when Mandala flowers bloom?
Who accepted whose calamity and who became someone's obsession?
Excerpted from "Phoenix Tribulation" by Hetu
Parting comes so fast, it's almost here, and there's no time for me to say "I love you" to you.
——Beyonce
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