From what desire shall I seek,
the heavens’ embrace?
From what desire shall I seek,
the heavens’ embrace?
The heart itself is gone,
that once held longing’s trace.
The heart itself is gone,
that once held longing’s trace.
Every moon, a mirror I became,
yet not so readily embraced,
Every moon, a mirror I became,
yet not so readily embraced,
By your hand, the future's form,
face to face, it is retraced.
By your hand, the future's form,
face to face, it is retraced.
The heart itself is gone,
that once held longing’s trace.
I, a bloom of purity,
distanced by faith's hold,
I, a bloom of purity,
distanced by faith's hold,
Upon what foundation did the mind yearn,
to shed the colors of old?
Upon what foundation did the mind yearn,
to shed the colors of old?
From what desire shall I seek,
the heavens’ embrace?
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