Our hearts dark
is split asunder the whole morning.
is split asunder the whole morning.
The sunrise offends our vanity,
destroying the eternal dream,
making us think about everything again.
Everything dies ...
Nothing is immortal in this world,
and the memory does not survive
with the generations.
Who remembers we now?
We lost in our home,
the lost of our time.
And who remembers us now?
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