I tripped on you in the spring,
One red April night and haze,
He turned my creeper blood,
Under the lantern are light from that corner.
You gave me the softness of your wax,
And I gave you the salt of my saline,
And we sail together without a flag,
By the sea of ??the rose and the thorn.
And then to die,
To make two rivers without oleanders,
Dark and empty for the clumsy mouth of the people.
But before God, two moons,
Two swords, two dyes,
Two linked mouths,
And two love arches from the same bridge.
You gave me the softness of your wax,
And I gave you the salt of my saline,
And we sail together without a flag,
By the sea of ??the rose and the thorn.
And then to die,
To make two rivers without oleanders,
Dark and empty for the clumsy mouth of the people.
But before God, two moons,
Two swords, two dyes,
Two linked mouths,
And two love arches from the same bridge.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)