My love, if I die and you do not die,
my love, if you die and I die, do not give more space to
pain
immensity that is not worth what we experienced.
powder in wheat, sand in the sand,
time, wandering water, the wind is vague, such as wheat delivered
us flying.
We could not meet the time. This
prairie where we were, oh
small infinity! we make it.
But this love, love, is not finished, and as
had no birth, no death
is like a long river, only changing
ground and lips.
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