Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...

Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...

Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...

Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...

I took fire from the amber
you hid under the pillow...

You secretly binge on my flesh
and say my blood is too bitter...

You've been eating away
at my conscience for a decade...

Your face burns, in stillness,
outside my winter lane...

You often flare in darkness,
and I see you in the dim side...