Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only,
Why I caressed your soft and tender palm of hand?
Mockery, this damned laughter thwarted my fate.
Ah, this damned edge spilt the passion in me,
But, but killed your love, your love!
Ah, how I regret my own deed and beg for forgiveness.
My tears flow down rough and dark bark of a tree,
Which once was beauty and soft body yours.
Among fingers the twigs I entwine and dream,
I caress their leaves
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