Your face, a dawn unveiled, so fair it seems,
Before its light, the moon, a relic dreams.
Your face, a dawn unveiled, so fair it seems.
The glances, arrows, slanted, swift, and keen,
Directly pierce, the heart's most hidden scene.
Directly pierce, the heart's most secret keep.
Before its light, the moon, a relic dreams,
Your face, a dawn unveiled, so fair it seems.
The fire flares, a fleeting, sudden grace,
Yet fading slow, it leaves an empty space.
Yet fading slow, through endless time it slips.
Before its light, the moon, a relic dreams,
Your face, a dawn unveiled, so fair it seems.
The truth revealed, the flower’s heart pierced through,
The smiling face, a mask concealing rue.
The smiling face, a veil to keep unseen.
Before its light, the moon, a relic dreams,
Your face, a dawn unveiled, so fair it seems.
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