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Indistinct memories, forgotten poems,

A voice is calling through deep childhood days

Our romantic tale buried into ashes

Nothing remained behind

Just a song in my head

No wind can wipe it, No rain can abrade

Ancient and weary, living inside of me

Remembrance of our agony

Cut my tree of life, make me bleed

Till my last leaf dries and flies away

When you turn back to your dark sleep

You’ll find it growing back into the green

No wind can wipe it, No rain can abrade

Ancient and weary living inside of me

Remembrance or our agony

Hear my song under the same old sky

Till your heart leads you back to my shores

When you find your compass to sail,

you’ll hear it there playing in the waves

If the darkness comes

Like the serpent’s kiss

Surrender to the storm and drown in your sins

to reborn in purity