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Silver Ballad
translated by PLS
no melancholy
wandering in a white courtyard in the afternoon
grandiose shade
quiet as birds dispersing
in a nameless spot
creep claws as elegant as those of animals
and a force that crushes hearts
the eye of spring gushing out
the fragrance of silver
this blue sky thunders
pouring down dry flashes
no melancholy
a moment foretells all moments
I refuse dreamscapes, premonitions, or esoteric gold,
like a pulse burning its strings
all for this love