Dusk, with a tree in front of the window

Dusk, with a tree in front of the window

Only then can I stretch out

The most fragile leaves of my body, towards you

Without panic

No bitterness to measure

When you become one with the twilight, I will also

Unburden myself of my weary humanity

From my failed earthly life, I retreat to one body

One organ-

I live by my senses, I have many breakdowns

On earth

And the swing is upside down, the growth of green leaves makes spring smaller

Spring has no boundaries, spring has borders

And you are compassionate, the balsam fir tree you forget love

Make some wind to meet and make the back repeatedly

Chewed by the dusk

There are spring colors without borders in the human world

There is also some bitter wine

You and I are situated in something, sharing a bottle of each.