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I don’t know how to reach the light above

This shadow grows within my inner...

Where did we go?

Where did we lose ourselves?

I am the fruit

Of your damnation

Fill this void inside of me

Cry this dreadful song of doom

That dwells in harmony

With my ambition

I don’t know how to reach the light above

For I am the fruit

Meant to banish you from paradise

How can we tread through

A vast field of extinguished fireflies?

How can pomegranates

Bloom from our withered vineyard?

How could shattered glass

Cradle our bittersweet wine?

We burned down Eden

Like angels asking for redemption from the light

Fill this void inside of me

Cry this dreadful song of doom

That dwells in harmony

With my ambition

(I’m so sorry, my love.

Indeed, we truly hurt ourselves so much.

And now it is time to fade away.

I wish we could have handled it, but we couldn’t.

At least, here and now, at the end of our story—

Can you forgive me?)

Oh, loved one, how beautiful and pleasant you are, with all your delights!

Your head crowns you like Carmel,

And your flowing locks are like purple.

Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

And the scent of your breath like apples,

And your mouth like the finest wine.

May this wine go straight to my beloved,

Flowing gently over her lips.

I belong to her, and she desires me.