Be the smoke of the cigarette that you hold in your hand
and that you inhale for seconds from time to time.
That must be so magical, incredibly tragic
when you exhale that smoke into the air .
I almost certainly imagine
that the night with you is exhausting,
that touching you is perhaps like suddenly understanding the universe;
and a hundred lives are not enough to forget you...
remain eternally like a waning moon.
Be the laughter that surrounds you in moments, suddenly,
and that makes you seem so childish.
Be the air that you breathe or the pace you walk;
I don't care much what it could be.
I almost certainly imagine
that the night with you is exhausting,
that touching you is perhaps How to understand the universe so suddenly; !
I almost certainly imagine
that the night with you is exhausting,
that touching you is perhaps like suddenly understanding the universe;
and a hundred lives are not enough to forget you...
remain eternally like a waning moon
(Like a waning moon... like a waning moon)

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