Now, the longing has taken hold, what to do?
Neither to live, nor to die, is it true?
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
The tale of sorrow, a burden to this life,
Long, long are my memories of you.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
Without breath, it comes to me, without life, it departs from me,
Without breath, it comes to me, without life, it departs from me,
Without you, to live is impossible, O foe.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
Shattered dreams, your shadow everywhere, only loneliness remains,
Like the sting of a hundred scorpions, like the sting of a hundred scorpions,
Your separation has stung me, has stung me.
Without breath, it comes to me, without life, it departs from me,
Without breath, it comes to me, without life, it departs from me,
Without you, to live is impossible, O foe.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
On the floor, scattered tears like pearls,
Each heartbeat cries in love, cries in love.
I don't know when the day ends, I don't know when the day ends,
I don't know when night falls, I don't know when night falls.
Without breath, it comes to me, without life, it departs from me,
Without breath, it comes to me, without life, it departs from me,
Without you, to live is impossible, O foe.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
When it comes, it doesn't linger,
It torments greatly, these memories of you.
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