I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

The night is fractured and she is not with me.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,

I can write the saddest lines ton九_九_藏_書ight.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,

On nights like these I held her in my arms.

What does it matter that I couldn』t keep her.

My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

my soul is not co九-九-藏-書ntent to have lost her.

Another』s kisses on her, like my kisses.

my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.

I don』t love her, that』s certain, but how I loved her.

I don』t love her, that』s certain, but九_九_藏_書 perhaps I love her.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

We, from that time, we are not the same.

The same night whitens, in the same branches.

I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

I can write the saread.９9cｓw•cｏmddest lines tonight.

How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

and these are the last lines I will write for her.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.

Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

My heart 九-九-藏-書looks for her: she is not with me

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

To think I don』t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Write for example: 『The night is fractured

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,

and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance』